She grabbed his arm and pulled him back, grabbing a pen from Billy's nightstand. Her cell number was scribbled out on the back of his hand. "Call me if you need anything, okay?" she said, in the firm tone that indicated this didn't mean she cared or anything. "People punched or whatever. Hench stuff." The boss was a kook, but he was a generous kook and losing him meant going back to retail. And fuck retail.
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Date: 2013-05-23 02:12 pm (UTC)She grabbed his arm and pulled him back, grabbing a pen from Billy's nightstand. Her cell number was scribbled out on the back of his hand. "Call me if you need anything, okay?" she said, in the firm tone that indicated this didn't mean she cared or anything. "People punched or whatever. Hench stuff." The boss was a kook, but he was a generous kook and losing him meant going back to retail. And fuck retail.