A Short Story by Justin White
Sometimes, just sometimes mind you, all I want out of life is a quiet evening someplace dark and smoky. Someplace where the whiskey is decent and no one gives a good god damn about making conversation with me. To be just another faceless man in a rumpled suit who's had a long day. I don't think that's asking for too much. Tonight, it seems like pure extravagance.
I don't know how it happened, I don't know how drunk I must have been, but somehow Delilah talked me into coming along to one of her "Society Functions". I don't know which one of her ex husbands club's this is, but I wish to God I was elsewhere. For now I've managed to sneak out onto a balcony for a smoke and some silence.
"There you are!" Well, at least I still have the smoke. I turn from the rather impressive view of the city. Delilah is dressed in all her newest and finest. For someone with ten grand worth of price on her head, she seems terribly unconcerned. "You, Mister, are supp