"Celia, sorry," Ray corrected himself, almost immediately but not without prompting from Asher. Having never met the offensive Abigail Whistler, it was easy for Ray to forget how blasphemous it was to speak the name in Asher's company. A kid having two names was too much for his booze-addled brain to compute.

"I should never have raised my voice in front of her." He sat up in bed, looking dizzy and nauseous for a moment before getting a grip. "People are gonna think that's what I'm like behind closed doors."

Ray was under no illusion that Delirium was going to keep last night's incident to herself.