Originally Posted by ExtremeChief
Being constantly reminded that I hadn't won a big case since the 70's by my "friends" in Denver had taken a toll on me as of late. Hopefully the sixteenth shot of scotch would take the edge off and help me deal with this striking yet incredibly annoying bitch.
"What exactly do you want, Miss...? I inquired, not knowing her name.
"It's Miss Davis," she said, with hope glistening in her eye.
"You got something in her eye, there, honey," I told her, gesturing towards her deep blue eyes.
"Oh..." she sighed. She rubbed at her eye for a bit, and pulled something from her eye in an unexpectedly sexy way. "It was just a piece of hope, that's all."
"I see... anyway, where were we?" I responded.