Special Occasion

"Besides," Billy Van went on, accepting a cold one from Vance, Sigma Omega's entertainment coordinator, "the way I reckon, tonight is a special occasion."

Billy Van leaned out the window to tip his El Presidente at a passing pickup sporting three yellow ribbons on its CB aerial. This time Vance discreetly grabbed the wheel before anything untoward.

He resumed his seat. "Ah mean, not every night of the year does a God-blessed shootin' war start up."

"A. Fuckin' A."