“Jesus, Wally, you stink. You could catch yourself on fire if it got warm in here.”
“Don’t change the subject. You don’t even care he’s dead, and he left you MAC.”
“I worked for MAC. It needs me.”
Wally grabbed a bottle of Belle of Dayton and dumped it into his coffee mug. “Like I need another hole in the head.”
“Is that just straight vodka in your mug?” Ted asked.
“Oh fuck you, you’re hungover too and we both know it, so get off the high horse. Have a fucking feeling for once in your life.”
Ted took the last of his espresso and scotch in one shot, then tossed his cup into the garbage. “Fine. You stay here and help. Whatever the hell that means. I’ve got a business to run.” He turned on his heel.
“Better grab that mirror Mom left you.”
Ted paused mid-step.
Wally added, “Before a vulture swoops on it.”