A coked-out lawyer named David went on and on about the Mortal Kombat video games. There weren’t enough narcotics in the penthouse to help me get through the conversation.
A coked-out lawyer named David went on and on about the Mortal Kombat video games. There weren’t enough narcotics in the penthouse to help me get through the conversation.
Out of cash. Out of underwear. Unemployed. Unexpected hookup.
Across from me, Chrissy’s brown eyes smiled. Brown-eyed girls always lived up to their song’s reputation. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” she asked.