“My life isn’t particularly special. I don’t have any cool hobbies or interests, and I never cared to do anything that wouldn’t benefit me in some way, mostly financially.”
“Like killing people?” he knew that she did not mean to offend him, and seeing as she was already rather drunk, he tried not to receive her comment as an offense one.
“Yeah, something like that,” he replied, coolly.
“Well,” she put her glass down on the table, “I don’t think you’re overly comfortable with that, so let’s find you a new job,” she took his glass and put it on the coffee table next to hers. “I’ve always had a thing for men in uniform, which is what I was referring to, if you hadn’t caught on to that just yet.”
And so, he let the current carry him. She fell into his arms straddling him, and began to make
