Re: Quicklog, Mean-Eyed Cat: F. Eames/Steve M
Wet, vile, take your pick. [Eames was particularly cut-glass in that moment, the suggestion of being too far up the ladder, too much of the silver-spoon lodged between tongue and cheek, to have much familiarity with a bog at all. It was, Eames thought, probably fun to get to see the town from that side of the bar. An evening of snapshots, people you knew and people you didn't. But Eames had the looming threat of the clinic, and snapshots were sadly not to be.]
Fighting against injustice. The combination, darling, must be devastating. [He indicated with his glass, the composition of All American gorgeous and the implied stalwart and true.] Manhattan? Yes.