Re: Quicklog, Mean-Eyed Cat: F. Eames/Steve M
[Eames was entirely all right, darling, with glimmers of insight into his being somehow all at sixes and odds. So long as he wasn't stripped bare. So the all American Steve - perfect teeth, that was certainly all American (Eames flashed his own white-straight) had been to Britain?]
You must have been in some upmarket pubs, darling. They're universal. Bad carpet, sticky bars and the bogs are a mess. [He nodded back easily at the lift of the glass and inclined his own in Steve's direction. Steve. Eames considered the name and where it fit in his lexicon. No eidetic memory, darling. He dealt with faces better than names. Words had less substance to them than people.]
Oh business, darling. Pleasure fits around the corners. Are you from here?