" * * * WHEN TOM CAME home, it was much later than he’d planned. But he’d taken the shuttle bus to school, because only bungholes drove after drinking whiskey, and Tom was a bunghole in some ways, but not that way. Drunk driving, driving while texting, walking while texting...it would not be the way he died. So he’d done some work on a demonstration he’d be showing the students about wind sheer and torque and made good use of his time at school. Might as well. Then, Droog had shown up, and he and Tom ended up getting a beer, and Tom told his boss the news that he was getting married. “Ah!” Droog cried. “You and Mees Holland have dee cleek! Yes! "

― Kristan Higgins , The Perfect Match (Blue Heron, #2)