I’m sitting across from him, a pitcher of mimosas between us. I keep drinking them. One after the other, avoiding conversation, I’m good at this, I fucking love champagne. “Marlowe, will you just talk to me, please?” he says, his wannabe Kennedy good looks grimacing. “Sure, Skip why did you sleep with your secretary? You’re […]
He looks at me.
“I forgot you were a private investigator, Marlowe.”
“I forgot you were a trust fund asshole, Skip.”
“Hi, what would you like?” the waitress, blue haired but preppy, interrupts.
MK edits financial investment prospectuses which is quite a disappointment to her eight year old self who thought she would've at least solved a mystery by now.
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I’m sitting across from him, a pitcher of mimosas between us. I keep drinking them. One after the other, avoiding conversation, I’m good at this, I fucking love champagne. “Marlowe, will you just talk to me, please?” he says, his wannabe Kennedy good looks grimacing. “Sure, Skip why did you sleep with your secretary? You’re […]
I’m sitting across from him, a pitcher of mimosas between us. I keep drinking them. One after the other, avoiding conversation, I’m good at this, I fucking love champagne. “Marlowe, will you just talk to me, please?” he says, his wannabe Kennedy good looks grimacing. “Sure, Skip why did you sleep with your secretary? You’re […]
I’m sitting across from him, a pitcher of mimosas between us. I keep drinking them. One after the other, avoiding conversation, I’m good at this, I fucking love champagne. “Marlowe, will you just talk to me, please?” he says, his wannabe Kennedy good looks grimacing. “Sure, Skip why did you sleep with your secretary? You’re […]