"Here ye go Marsie me boyo. A shot o' Bushmills'll make ye right as rain," Brighid says, handing Mars his seventh -his eighth? - shot of uisge. She nods her head in approval at the young Roman god. That boy can drink as much as any Celtic warrior. He knows a thing or two about cows too. I wonder if he wants to see mine? she ponders, then grabs him and drags him onto the dance floor. She's even more amazed to see he can keep up with an Irish jig, though he's making up his own steps as he goes along. "Now tell me ye've never tasted anything so guid as single malt and I'll love ye forever," she whispers teasingly in his ear. Mars sucks his breath through his teeth and says he'll have to try another before he can say. That gets her laughing so hard, she passes him to Katlyne for a twirl around the dance floor while she recovers her wits and tosses back another uisge or three on the sly. *** Brighid avatar by Shibori Murasaka