"That's awesome! You have to read To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, and Catch 22, that's by Joseph Hellier. Oh and depending on your preferences, you can't really go wrong with George Orwell," she listed them off, ticking them off on her fingers as she did. "I'll write you up a proper list of novels you might like. Are you averse to 20th century poetry?" she looked up at him with bright, brilliantly excited eyes.
Abi raised her glass in a fit of laughter and beamed, "Okay. To the Russian Officer who nearly killed Ernest Hemingway, the absinthe responsible, and the Spanish bartender who put a stop to it. Because I might not be having fun tonight otherwise." She clinked her glass with his and took a long gulp, gasping in relief. "Oh that's the stuff."
"Challenge accepted, then. Gatsby, what do you recommend for doing shots?" she asked.