Jamie was willing to give points for dedication. The whole Coke-swallow thing? Dedication. It was like there was a prize waiting for whoever - okay, it was a slim competition, if - Sid cleared his plate in record time and Sid was going at it like he wanted whatever ribbon was getting handed out at the end. He was fascinated in spite of himself. It was like watching a car-crash in slo-mo, you knew it was going to end messily but you couldn't take your eyes away.
"Charades," Jamie stared shamelessly. "It's not people-names. Movie-names. Book-names. You know, charades." Family night was not a foreign concept. Oh, but if it were. Jamie's family were knitted together until you couldn't pry the strands apart.
"And if there had just been one senator, I could have gotten away with it. But I can't order the burger. I mean, I could but it would be masochistic. I would have to sit and look at it, and smell it, and imagine eating it without eating it. Or I could eat it, but then my ass is going to bitch at me for my poor life-choices all the way through a workout."