"Mm," Eliot hummed as he downed the draught of scotch. Music. Right.

There was a smallish, but nice set of speakers on a side table, hooked up to an mp3 player. Eliot picked it up and, with a couple flicks of his thumb, called up a playlist of classic punk rock.

"Cheers," he said as The Ramones started performing Ignorance is Bliss. He raised the scotch in another toast before falling onto one of the couches. Penny would be free to stretch out on the other.