There was a laugh at what he said. “Yes, please share the tea and biscuits before handling the rat shit and poison. Some things are best not eaten.” She smirked at her own comment, taking one last sip of her bourbon. Dutch quietly flagged down the bartender, ordering another drink.
“What’s it like, anyway? Your job, I mean. What does it entail?” Dutch had a vague idea of what exterminators do. She’d even gotten a tiny glimpse of what Fet was doing with her specific case. There had to be more to it, though. He had to have a story or two to tell, right? “I feel like my job must be boring in comparison. You get out, see the city, and I stay cooped up inside.”
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Date: 2015-12-01 01:28 am (UTC)“What’s it like, anyway? Your job, I mean. What does it entail?” Dutch had a vague idea of what exterminators do. She’d even gotten a tiny glimpse of what Fet was doing with her specific case. There had to be more to it, though. He had to have a story or two to tell, right? “I feel like my job must be boring in comparison. You get out, see the city, and I stay cooped up inside.”