"I can't call you Heckin?" he asked, looking thoroughly depressed by this news. "I suppose I can handle that," he said, after considering it or a moment. Actually, after pretending to consider it for a moment. "Just don't let anyone call me Ant Boy tonight and it's a deal."
There went another shot of whiskey.
And he really didn't mind if Nancy wanted to call him Ant Boy. There were a select few he'd allow it from without complaining, though. Nancy was one of those people.
"Now I feel bad for both you and your potential hookup o the night, Nancy. I mean, you're wonderful in bed and here I am, taking it away from someone."