Doing Tonight
Rating: R for language
Spoilers for early Season 3
I don't own these guys, alas.
Doing Tonight
Keith’s stretched out on the sofa, hands behind his head, staring at the sheriff’s-star print that he bought when he won the election: “This Is Your God.” But it isn’t, anymore. And he’s trying not to think about what Veronica might be doing tonight with, sweet Jesus, Logan. AGAIN. Or what LeeAnne might be doing, with anyone at all. Or whether Kendall will be doing anything, with anybody, ever again.
Cliff throws open the door, booms out “So what are we doing tonight? Something tawdry?”
“Bowling.”
“And hookers. OBviously,” Cliff says, and they laugh, and Keith gets off the sofa.
Spoilers for early Season 3
I don't own these guys, alas.
Doing Tonight
Keith’s stretched out on the sofa, hands behind his head, staring at the sheriff’s-star print that he bought when he won the election: “This Is Your God.” But it isn’t, anymore. And he’s trying not to think about what Veronica might be doing tonight with, sweet Jesus, Logan. AGAIN. Or what LeeAnne might be doing, with anyone at all. Or whether Kendall will be doing anything, with anybody, ever again.
Cliff throws open the door, booms out “So what are we doing tonight? Something tawdry?”
“Bowling.”
“And hookers. OBviously,” Cliff says, and they laugh, and Keith gets off the sofa.