give me a noir buddy cop comedy, kate
The squeaky door alerted me to his arrival. I’d been at Pod to grease the damn thing up for weeks, but in retrospect maybe the gods were doing me a favour. The shrill sound of metal on metal was the only warning I got before locking eyes with the most beautiful man this side of Highgarden and it was a good thing I was prepared. I didn’t think they made men like him in real life, only on the covers of three-groat pulp novels, and a weaker woman might have embarrassed herself.
He was blonde and tall, though not taller than me. There were muscles there beneath the expensive suit-- he clearly took pride in himself. His virulent green eyes wandered over me, judging me like some prize animal at the county fair, though I could pinpoint the moment he found me wanting. All men did, eventually.
“Did you have an appointment?” I asked, annoyed at his arrogance, knowing full-well he didn’t have or need an appointment. I hadn’t had a real client in weeks. But I wasn’t going to let him know that. I needed work, sure, but there were some jobs that I’d never be desperate enough to take, no matter how high the prize.
He stared me down, but I held his gaze. I wasn’t so easily intimidated, or else I wouldn’t’ve made it as long as I had in this business.
“I need your help,” he said, finally. “Catelyn Stark said you were the best in the business.”
Cat. The name felt like a curse. Poor, dead Catelyn Stark. I swallowed my reservations like a bitter pill. He must be serious, slinging her name around.
I waved a hand at the chair across from me. “What can I do for you, Mr…”
“Lannister. But please, my name is Jaime.”
