Whitefish River i am not throwin' away my shot

Ah, just the woman he wanted to see.

Speedy, he greeted fervently, turning to grin at her approaching figure in the darkness. I'm pretty good, Verx lied, glib for once. How about you and the kids? He canted his head in invitation, still smiling. Walk with me?

Yes, of all the distractions, all the company, he had sought just a few moments ago, Speedy was the best of them all. But how to capitalize on the joy he felt seeing her? He'd have to be suave. And fuck if he wasn't suave, right?

(Wrong, but A for effort.)