Well, she did have a point. He raised his glass to her in concession, then grinned. "My therapist would agree with yours, and he'd probably have something to say to me about this, too-" he wiggled the bottle of bourbon. "But I'm not sold on Jesus's old lady over there, I mean she's handing out pamphlets," he said and pulled it out of his coat pocket to hand it over. It had your standard picture of a long haired sanctimonious guy staring up at the words "LOVE FOR JESUS". But she'd also scrawled her phone number on it, so maybe Nick did have a shot. "Anyway, the guy can turn water into wine, how am I supposed to compete?"