“Hey, I’ve got enough blame. If you don’t drink enough, that’s on you. But, you usually don’t have that problem.”
“Never have before.” [Jay laughs, pouring himself a tumbler of scotch.] “So. Tell me. What assignments did you get put on the last few years? Gotta be some interesting shit.”
“Never said I blamed you. Just saying, Roxy is probably pretty pissed of on your behalf.”
“Maybe, but that’s old news. Take a beer, or a shot, or anything you like. If I’m still conscious come afternoon, I’m blaming you.”
“Uh huh… well, up until five minutes ago you were pretty upset, so. I don’t think I want to take any chances. Here, girl have a milkbone.”
“You blame me? You were dead for two years.”
“I’m glad to be back and all, man, but please tell me Roxy isn’t gonna bite my other arm off. Cause she looks like she’s about ready too.”
“Nah, man. She’s harmless, unless you piss her-or me-off. Plus, she’s got treats in the drawer behind the bar.”
and all of this will never be the same again 