It ain't often that I get myself all gussied up in my gray
glad rags, but today's a holiday. For one, the bets I placed with my bookie on a couple of bangtails came through - few hundred greenbacks richer, and that's only the beginning. It ain't often that I'm on the nut, 'cause work comes easy as long as somebody wants somebody else dead.
But I
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It's because of these false assumptions that I've gotten so good at fading into the wallpaper. People don't notice everything and everyone, after all. So even in a bar in my best dress, I never stand out. Frankly, that's how I like it.
Not much I can do about an empty corridor street, though.]
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So I stop down the hallway, give my courtesy to a blonde all decked to the nines, and offer her a smile.]
Mighty fine day, doll.
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You want something?
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[I tip my lid, a little surprised by how venomous her words sound. I'm just bein' polite, for Chrissakes.]
Just sayin' hello.
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[I lower my shoulders a bit. Guess there's no reason to assume the worst about this fella. He...certainly looks nice enough. I guess.]
Hello.
[Still, even having relaxed I can't hold back all of my spunk.]
You call all the girls "doll"?
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[I mean, really.]
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[I guess it could be worse. Could be comin' from someone who's less...nice on the eyes.]
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So what's a dame like you doin' haunting these parts? It ain't the nicest side of town.
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I was having a drink. Why? You gonna show me what isn't nice about this place?
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Pretty?
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What, is there an echo in here? Yeah.
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