Re: [Meat and Greet: Atticus and PJ]
[Kissed her hair affectionately.] Back at the Carriage House now. Right across the street. Can just connect by string tied around our waists. Can order bulk string on Amazon. [He sat back, and his relief was absolutely fucking palpable.] Thank you, Jesus. Have been wanting a smoke since you ran out of this car to hide behind a pile of barbecue. [Lifted his ass and pulled his smokes from his front pocket. The pack was only slightly crushed, and he pulled out two smokes and held one out to her, butt-first, before fishing the lighter out of the empty space in the pack. Flicked his own smoke alive with red-plastic Bic, and then he waited to do hers. Talked around the smoke.] If we don't get some decent music in here I'm going to kill myself. Can tell me about your assholes in Nebraska while someone croons. Will tell you what I found in Chicago. Sound good? [He was two seconds from reaching back for a chicken wing.]