Feb 13, 2016
@marcus-leventis
“I’ll have to call you back, blast from the past ‘n such.” Billy hung up with the crook on the pay phone (because these sorts of calls he didn’t like traced back to any reachable number) and stood there waiting for the familiar brunet to approach.
“Picture this,” he said with enthusiasm, dramatics and all. “Scene: The year is 1902. It’s a dark and dreary eve in a little old pub in London. The dark haired beauty exits without a sound. Blondie sits and wonders if what he said was wrong. Smooth narration comes in. Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome has disappeared once again. Any of that ringin’ a bell?”
