"And I'm sure it's just dreadful." If it was perpetrated by modern teenagers, it would have to be. He made his way to the thicket of people hovering around behind the bar, and returned - eventually - with two of the same, having largely avoided being danced into by any of the more exuberant concertgoers. He sat, and held her glass out to her. She knew, he was sure, that she was allowed more than two. "I can't say I remember what teenagers used to call it, I'm afraid."