"No kidding." You try to breathe out the words without otherwise moving. "But we have to be careful." You lift your soda. "Dr. Ellison noticed us talking." Not only that, but if you keep taking sips to hide your conversation, you'll have to dash to the bathroom before Dr. Lewis finishes.
"I can be more discreet. See? I'm pretending I'm a ventriloquist." Not only does that make it harder to understand Darcy, it makes her look constipated.
On stage, Dr. Lewis is doing yeoman's work to drum up crowd enthusiasm. "Even with these financial uncertainties in our future, we forge into that future with efforts like the Billington Future!"
Dr. Lewis has already said "future" three times in one sentence. It would be dangerous to turn that into a drinking game.
"He is a windy windbag, that's for sure." Darcy's almost gleeful about how bad Dr. Lewis's speech is. "I don't know how much more of this I can take."
Behind the lectern, Dr. Lewis adjusts his notes. They look to run to multiple pages.
"You may have to withstand another hour," you say.
Maybe Two?