She made her way over to the bar, fighting the urge to limp.
"Excuse me," she said. "Are you John Munch's friend?"
"I'm whoever you want me to be, pretty lady." Whistler replied.
To his surprise, she laughed. "I'm sorry, but does that ever work? Of course, I shouldn't talk. A few more drinks and you might convince me. I'm Kay."
"Whistler. I hope I didn't keep you waiting." He had no idea who she was meeting, but figured he might as well play the part. She was like a painting. Part thin blue line, part Botticelli.
Are you going to have Brodie in this too?
I'm not sure yet. Same guy, yes?
I thought he looked familiar. Sadly, I may have to miss that metalicious opportunity as I only saw one ep about the documentary and etc.
Munch always had weird friends, she thought, not excepting herself. He said it kept him from being "co-opted by the Establishment" or something. Kay could tell him outsider status was nothing to write home about.
(gurgling with joy)
She was like a painting. Part thin blue line, part Botticelli.
erika keeps breaking me, damnit.
panting, waiting for more
Thanks. I'll have you know that is one of 10 artist names I know(eight if you don't want one that ends in -net.) So happy I picked the right one! Which I'm guessing I did, huh?(oops, starting to pick up Kay's habit.Not as bad as right after I read "Bridget Jones" though. That was v.v. bad for my writing for about a week.)Marty, thank you. Guys don't tell me that very often.;)
HA! erika, allow me to introduce sfmarty, aka, Marta, who happens to be my mama in law.
Sorry, Marta. Women don't tell me that often, either, if that makes you feel better. The sign I was born under? Apparently "Next". Nice to meet you and thanks for the compliment...obviously I'm not the detective.
