Re: Jazz, Absinthe & Dylan
"Licorice?" Dylan asked hesitantly. "Well there is a first for everything, right?" Last time too he supposed. "It's a standard shot?" he asked, lifting the small glass. Or are you supposed to sip it?" It looked positively poisonous.
He smiled at the question. "Exams are what they are. I take them Monday, go to work as usual on Tuesday." He shrugged. "Not much is going to change. Moody is going to recommend me for Homicide, and allow me to stay on the task force."
"So abandoned for the night?" he asked. "Or voluntarily branching out?" he asked.