“Well, we all need our jobs.” He smiled at her kindly, shrugging as he glanced down at his drink. “And, at some point, we all need a drink."
”‘Specially when your standards have raised so high that you don’t think you could bring them down again,“ she smiled, catching the bartender’s attention so she could ask for a glass of water before turning her attention back to Clyde. "Some of us more often than others, I think.”
“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...