so i totally wrote this up in like five minutes
HEY ode_to_a REMEMBER THAT CONVERSATION WE HAD ABOUT NIGHTBEAT HAVING FILM NOIR MONOLOGUE AND BLURR BEING THE FEMME FATALE SOMEHOW
WISH GRANTED
It wasn't the best of days. Sure, in this city it was never a good day, but the moment she walked through my door, I knew that this was going to be big.
My thoughts were elsewhere, so I got caught by surprise - not something that happened often - and I was even more surprised when she started talking a mile a minute as soon as she stepped in.
Hell, I wasn't even inclined to comment on her outfit - it was a cold night, and she wasn't wearing much more than a strapless dress and some gloves - but I was far more distracted by the fact that the dame wouldn't stop talking.
When I could get a word in edgewise, I finally found something to talk about - usually my main topic of conversation. If people want to find me, they will - and usually, it's for something that's out of the norm. Not exactly illegal, but not something you want to present to the cops in this place, if you catch my drift.
"The name's Nightbeat. I'm sure you know. What's your problem?"
And she started off at a million miles a minute again. God, I would rather deal with that gang of boozing thugs that showed up at my door a few weeks ago than this.
I turned my attention towards my client anyway, and started taking notes. This was going to be a long case.
[/BRB SHOOTING SELF ]
WISH GRANTED
It wasn't the best of days. Sure, in this city it was never a good day, but the moment she walked through my door, I knew that this was going to be big.
My thoughts were elsewhere, so I got caught by surprise - not something that happened often - and I was even more surprised when she started talking a mile a minute as soon as she stepped in.
Hell, I wasn't even inclined to comment on her outfit - it was a cold night, and she wasn't wearing much more than a strapless dress and some gloves - but I was far more distracted by the fact that the dame wouldn't stop talking.
When I could get a word in edgewise, I finally found something to talk about - usually my main topic of conversation. If people want to find me, they will - and usually, it's for something that's out of the norm. Not exactly illegal, but not something you want to present to the cops in this place, if you catch my drift.
"The name's Nightbeat. I'm sure you know. What's your problem?"
And she started off at a million miles a minute again. God, I would rather deal with that gang of boozing thugs that showed up at my door a few weeks ago than this.
I turned my attention towards my client anyway, and started taking notes. This was going to be a long case.
[/BRB SHOOTING SELF ]