*strains of "Little Surfer" coming from the radio... bonfire alight...a blue-eyed bit of thunder steps down off the tailgate of her truck*

"Hey Blondie, you throw a cozy beach party. Too bad about tomorrow. I hear that Greaseball really knows how to throw down.

Tell you what, this has always brought me luck..*slips a silver chain shamrock from off of her neck and places it on his*...and be sure to keep an eye on your car. Don't need a wise-ass greasing your clutch.

Mbo brought his guitar, so I'm going to go warm up by the fire and listen to 'im sing."

*she walks off with a beer in each fist, and sits by Dave at the fire*