Sandy and the general 

 were sitting in the front 

 seat of his brand new Cascadian Silver Lexus 

   trading hits of Peppermint Schnapps

"Wow!' Said Sandy 

"This shit is tasty!"

The general, after bemusedly listening

 to a heated political haranguing,

 had offered to discuss 

  (from an insiders perspective) 

 the economic forces

which had perpetuated and instigated

  the so-called Tecate Wars
he suggested they retire 

   to his car and share a toast to all anti-war

efforts globally 

              to which Sandy had just smirked
but thinking she might gain 

a front page expose for her University newsletter

   agreed

      "Are these real leather seats?"

    she asked as she stroked the smooth, cool, rawhide seats
"yeah that fucking dealership

   totally ganked me on those fuckers, but, yeah,

they feel good, glad I paid the extra 

seven thousand."