Djedkare stood motionless as Avalai pressed her lips to his dry scalp. A beer bottle struck his shoulder and shattered on the floor. There was a pregnant pause. Finally, Djedkare spoke.

"And we didn't act like little [i]tarts[/i], neither! And we listened to our elders! Why, back in my day, when you had an orgy, you let [i]everyone[/i] have their say! We'll have words later, little missy!"

Djedkare, infuriated at Avalai's brash actions, moved up to the bar. He was happy to see a zombie working the counter.
"Hey, tavernkeeper! Could you get me a Shirley Temple? I need something to get my scarabs settled down, and booze just doesn't do it."
Djedkare had tried modern alcohol before, but it simply wasn't as good as what he had back in the day. You could hardly even [i]taste[/i] the fruit rind or the vinegar in these new-fangled drinks!