"No, no. This is all kinds of non-alcoholic," Ryan said. He waved the glass under Val's nose for a second so she could inhale the non-alcoholic strawberry-mintiness of it all.

"Don't worry, you're far from the first person who's going to have some nip-slippage going on," he said, eyeing a particularly cougar-y looking socialite.

"Well, hey, as long as Mike Tyson's brother doesn't, like, bite your ear off, I'd say you're good to go with him. Though I don't know how Frankie would react to it."