... a dark and stormy night.
Suddenly a shot was poured.
"Want another shot?," Lady Helen shouted from the bar.
"Only my third, my dear," replied Lord William, "to take the edge off. You agree, yes?"
Lady Helen observed her best patron admiringly. Seeing she was out of gin, she turned on her well clad heel and marched out of the room to a regular clack clack clack clack. And those clacks could go on for quite some time, all the way to the storeroom.
Lord William swirled his glass, took a long draught of gin and sighed to no one in particular, "It's not just me."
At that moment there was an audible *pop* to which Lord William turned.
In his amazement he saw ...