She said, "I didn't really think you'd get here. I could have had dates with exactly eleven spacemen. I kept count."
"You have been faithful to me, Cynara, in your fashion. I need a drink and don't want to wait for the waitress. Mind?" He took her half glass of meth and tossed it down. He felt the wonderful illusion of an explosion in his skull, and it seemed to him that his body was suddenly the strongest in the world and that he could whip everybody in the joint with one arm tied behind his back. He said, "Wow."
Ciel tried a smile now. "It does that to you when you're not used to it."
The first effect passed and he felt only the warmth of the drink. He signaled a waitress and ordered a couple more. "Don't forget to remind me to take a hangover pill before I go to work in the morning," he told Ciel.
"You—you are going to work in the morning, then?"
"Afraid I can't get out of it."
"And the moon trip's off?"
"Not off, just postponed. We'll get to it, don't worry."
"Dick."
"Yes?"