(To LILY BLUE.)
So, you really know me, ay?
Sandy asked in a dimly sarcastic register.
Yeah like, I know you were a famous comedian and that.
Still am, I reckon.
Who wants shots?
Lily Red asked the group, Sandy shook his head determinedly as he took a first sip on his brandy. The waiter arrived with Trevor’s cigar. He lit the end and Trevor drew back, and exhaled a satisfied waft of thick cobalt smoke.
Thank you, and can you bring us a couple’a shots, ‘ere too?
He groaned, pleased with himself, and took another long puff.
I’ll tell ya, girls, maintaining a good cigar is like maintaining a good relationship, all you have to do is keep sucking, isn’t that right?
Lily Blue laughed aloud at Trevor’s lacklustre joke with all the vigor of one who was being paid very well for their time. Lily Red however, who stood by Trevor’s side didn’t laugh at all, she tried to smile but showed nothing but a veiled frown. Trevor didn’t appreciate that.
(To SANDY, without the subtly of quiet.)
Wanna swap? I don’t like this one.