"We could find out, but I don't really want to," Jennifer said. "Mmmm." She made a face. "This what-do-you-call-it takes a little getting used to."
"Guinness," Oliver said. "Stout."
"Guinness is a kind of stout," George said. "Some stouts are sweeter; some are a little lighter."
"One thing about stout," Oliver said, "it's hard to drink too much of it. You get full first. Looks like most of the regulars are here. Where's Richard?"
"O'Grady? New York. He goes to his sister's every year." George's eyes went back to Jennifer. She was wearing a long sleeved turquoise jersey with a revealing scoop neck. The jersey hugged her breasts and then curved slightly out and back into dark slacks. "Athletic momma," George said.
"That's a title," Oliver said. "You just got sculpted or something."
"Painted," George said.
"What do you know about painting?" Mark Barnes had drifted next to them.
"Hey, Mark," Oliver said. He introduced Jennifer.
"I've seen you somewhere," Jennifer said to Mark.