“Oh, please. It’s perfectly acceptable to go in trashed.” No, no, that sounded too much like him, not Clyde. “I mean- it’s a little irresponsible, but it might help.”
She sighed, shaking her head. “No, I’m not going to. As much as I hate my job, I need it quite a bit. Plus my boss would murder me.” To her knowledge, he had no idea how literally she meant that.
“Oh, don’t be mistaken, my standards in general are deep down in the pits of hell.” She nodded, taking a drink of her...
“I try not to have incredibly high standards. Makes it hard to be disappointed.” His eyes narrowed a little, a small...