"No," Kane insisted. "He said Martinis, and she said Martinis, and so did several others. But I didn't say Martinis. I said Scotch, no ice."
"But Martinis—"
Ben forced a pained laugh. "But we ordered Martinis."
"Martinis," Laura said.
"The ayes always have it," Kane heard Lucille whisper near him.
Phil said, with a kind of shaky joviality. "Martinis—"
"Gin makes me ill," Kane said. "For me, it has to be Scotch."
Phil whispered. "Scotch."
"Scotch," the waiter said.
A jukebox in a far corner blasted out from a sea of bubbling, multicolored light.