And then after the guests had departed, she heard a dreadful noise and said, There be goblins, and he held his stomach and said, Very soon.  

The band played a sad song. The bartender mixed the next round of drinks with melancholy, and his tears. Then the band played a sadder song.  

She called him Chicken Liver and only he knew what that meant. That she had caught him doing something gross. But still loved him despite it.