"So's she," Tommy muttered back.
"Should we do something?"
"Like what? They're both over the age of consent."
"Not so hot to trot now, Tommy?" Janice jeered, staggering towards them.
"She'll fall," Sam worried, stopping their progress towards the marquee.
"Got her, didn't you?" Janice went on. "Get 'em all. Snap o' your fingers. Fall like ninepins