"Well, what do you have to fucking drink?" Kiki angled her body to the side, as if that somehow placed her closer to the windowsill, and she gently dropped Quincey to the floor. The small bulldog began snuffling happily, exploring the boxes with a non-stop tail wagging. Then she lit her cigarette and inhaled deeply.
"So what do you think?" Breathing out the smoke, she gestured at the phone in Aiden's hand. "It's bullshit, right?"