Sam was so busy avoiding his brother, grandfather and younger girls -- in other words, the people he'd rather swallow his own tongue than have a mouthful of theirs -- that he all but ran into Steph as he ducked into the nightclub to see if the source of the contagion was lurking where no one would be for the next eight to ten hours.

To be fair, it was hard to see her through the super-abundant neon pink...everything. "Wow. So this is where glitter goes to die."