It was a dreary night in Staten Island, where Becca had recently moved as a poor post-Grad in a house of four other poor students. Her housemates were throwing a housewarming party. The living room had one couch found on the side of the road and a single rug. There were a couple stools, some hand-drawn posters from art student roommates, and a small bookcase. As the high school friend of Becca's roommate's boyfriend, Vincent, Kristin was one of the guests invited to the party. She was living at home in Long Island at the time, but for some reason she felt compelled to show up, even though it would take around 3 hours to commute, and it was cold and raining. The highlights of the party were a couple of art-student performances by people Becca didn't know and the then-arrival of Kristin in a leather jacket, brandishing a bottle of Jack Daniels. As Kristin walked in, their eyes met across the crowded room. Luckily for them both, Becca was standing right next to the only person Kristin knew at the party. The rest is history. Becca likes whiskey. One drink (give or take a couple) led to engaging conversation, then hanging out (as friends) for a weekend, then moving to Brooklyn together, then to a cat named Whiskey, then moving to Forest Hills, then to another cat named Cheddar and a dog named Bear, then finally to a house in upstate New York, five chickens, and a wedding. All thanks to a bottle of whiskey and looking good in a leather jacket.