Off Time
CI (Remember Bishop? How she really felt filling in for Eames)
He watched her.
Fifth tied cherry stem in a row. Stupid chick, drinking Singapore Slings in the
winter. Still, not bad looking, though a tad on the slim side. He'd always dug
redheads.
"Want another one, doll?"
She made an unsteady pass at her mouth, and splashed booze over the front of her
blouse. "Maybe just one more", she slurred, "to replace spillage."
He signaled the waiter, then turned to her. She'd slumped so far down in the
booth only her neck and head were visable. Clearly a woman not used to drinking.
"So tell me some more, honey. "Ah...ah..."
"Bishop."
"Yeah, tell me some more about this partner of yours."
"He's a god", she said, and threw up.