"I think it's done," Vax told her, knowing it would be very risky even to try dragging himself back to his room by now. He'd probably pass out in one of the halls and wake up drooling into the gaudy carpet. "Vex wouldn't have wanted to do all this, anyway. She's got just a touch more class."

Mind you, that would also be Vex the pie-eating-contest hurler, and Vex the foul-mouthed, and Vex the breast-flasher. Just a touch more class than him.