Re: Drinks: Selina/Dick
I was never good at communicating. Bruce is even worse. [She ran her finger around the edge of the martini glass.] It made things so bad, and I don't even think they needed to be, Dickie. [She tipped her head, curious cat and a waterfall of brown hair.] Why didn't it stick there? Here, you think it's age. What about there?
[She waved her hand again, this time about whether or not Robert was outdated or not.] It doesn't matter. It's done and over with. I just wish I'd been around instead of not showering for weeks.
[She watched him tip that drink back, and she asked for one more, just one. She could take a cab home.] Nothing's wrong with you, Dickie. This is your home. I wouldn't live in space if they paid me, and we all know how much I like money.