"Danger, excitement, something fun to do on a Saturday night?"

It doesn't matter that it's none of these things be strictly true, but doesn't stop him. Truly, once Mike gets going precious little will stop him.

"No, not long now. Permission to come aboard?"
He gestures towards her feet. Mike remembers what waddling around on swollen ankles felt like, and...it was less than fun. What's a little foot massage between friends, really?