@lorenmartinez
There’s two things Irene can appreciate tonight — some stellar company, and the Greek place just a block from her flat.
Loren would offer a crisp reminder of the city and quality conversation, both of which Irene will greedily consume. The journalist was back to follow the Reaper story, which Irene didn’t find to be an entirely positive discovery. However, if anyone should be tasked to transform this shitefest into a publishable narrative, it should be Loren. There should be a sober agent among the hitchhiking crackpots that turn this town’s grief into a laughingstock.
Irene understood it professionally, so she wouldn’t badmouth the goal. However, she’s also all too familiar with the way that tragedies ricochet within the confines of this town. If Loren brings up the murders, Irene’s not exactly sure how she’d answer. Maybe a Moscow Mule or two will pave the way! Not that booze wasn’t a part of the plan in the first place.
Speaking of which.
Catching a glimpse of the cocktail menu on the table, Irene scanned the document, suddenly feeling hungry.