Mm. I want a Jeff Winger. It's a new cocktail the bar invented just for you.

[ Jeff wasn't in trouble, but it was good. The rumors would all just fire off one after another, and it'd be good for business. Besides, he sort of wanted to see Jeff's face when the barmaid with her Maya Fey style hairdo handed over the cocktail with the little Jeff Winger stirring stick jammed into the ice. It had his little face printed behind the plastic window. ]

You're at least a little bit curious, right?