12-30-2017, 12:12 AM
"Well fuck me!"
He laughed but without joy. He looked at her for a while. She needed to concentrate on the road. Not like some clown fooling around with his wallet wouldn't plow into them cuz they were cops.
Anyway, back to the real issue....And she made valid points. It was his only answer. Profound? Not in the slightest. It pissed him off. Could be as he thought. Or he got played. Had he let a killer walk free? Had he failed in getting some sort of coalition?
Maybe his middle name was failure. Ivan F Sarkozy, failure at large. Wait. Throw in an Esquire. Yeah. He liked that. Stupid. He was trying to avoid the issue. He might have lost his job. Still....What was the saying? Fall upward? Maybe he could try that.
Course you kissed a lot of ass doing it that way. Which he didn't mind, long as said ass was nice, round and attached to a seriously hot girl. He looked at Alex. Or woman. Kiss. Bite. Whatever.
Whoah there buddy!! You know the rules. Workmates, no. Everyone else, tho...
Yeah. He wanted to get tanked. Long night. Long day too. Now this.
At least Alex was down. Maybe she'd wingman him. He'd return the favor. Find her some stud.
I am such a phony, he thought, tho. Retarded. He just wanted to hang with her and drink. Forget this shit had happened.
Another saying, he decided, making it up on the spot. You're not on the force if you're not punishing your liver.
Course his workout would come real early tomorrow. Maybe he'd push it back. Was in 3rd week of pyramids. Chest-shoulders tomorrow. He had 4 sets of 130 for 8 reps on incline chest dumbells. And 40s for all three angles of his delts for 4 sets of 8 each. By the end his shoulders would be screaming.
Fuck it.
They walked into the bar below his place. Heather pulled up the shoulder of her jacket as she waved at him from across the room while Sylvia gave him a hug. Hired guns, he knew. Mostly. If he worked it, sure, it might go somewhere. But like the job, you don't mess around where you eat.
After the usual chat, Georg asked his order. Tequila shots. Lime and salt. He looked at Alex for her order and when it arrived, he toasted. "To forgetting today."
It burned going down.
He felt good, what with Alex smiling at him, big dumb kid that he was.
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Dec 30 2017, 09:18 PM.
He laughed but without joy. He looked at her for a while. She needed to concentrate on the road. Not like some clown fooling around with his wallet wouldn't plow into them cuz they were cops.
Anyway, back to the real issue....And she made valid points. It was his only answer. Profound? Not in the slightest. It pissed him off. Could be as he thought. Or he got played. Had he let a killer walk free? Had he failed in getting some sort of coalition?
Maybe his middle name was failure. Ivan F Sarkozy, failure at large. Wait. Throw in an Esquire. Yeah. He liked that. Stupid. He was trying to avoid the issue. He might have lost his job. Still....What was the saying? Fall upward? Maybe he could try that.
Course you kissed a lot of ass doing it that way. Which he didn't mind, long as said ass was nice, round and attached to a seriously hot girl. He looked at Alex. Or woman. Kiss. Bite. Whatever.
Whoah there buddy!! You know the rules. Workmates, no. Everyone else, tho...
Yeah. He wanted to get tanked. Long night. Long day too. Now this.
At least Alex was down. Maybe she'd wingman him. He'd return the favor. Find her some stud.
I am such a phony, he thought, tho. Retarded. He just wanted to hang with her and drink. Forget this shit had happened.
Another saying, he decided, making it up on the spot. You're not on the force if you're not punishing your liver.
Course his workout would come real early tomorrow. Maybe he'd push it back. Was in 3rd week of pyramids. Chest-shoulders tomorrow. He had 4 sets of 130 for 8 reps on incline chest dumbells. And 40s for all three angles of his delts for 4 sets of 8 each. By the end his shoulders would be screaming.
Fuck it.
They walked into the bar below his place. Heather pulled up the shoulder of her jacket as she waved at him from across the room while Sylvia gave him a hug. Hired guns, he knew. Mostly. If he worked it, sure, it might go somewhere. But like the job, you don't mess around where you eat.
After the usual chat, Georg asked his order. Tequila shots. Lime and salt. He looked at Alex for her order and when it arrived, he toasted. "To forgetting today."
It burned going down.
He felt good, what with Alex smiling at him, big dumb kid that he was.
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Dec 30 2017, 09:18 PM.