"And that's how I ended up as the county Blindfolded Line Dancing Champion." Charlie Law said.
His guest smiled politely but blanched slightly at the story, idly wondering how many people the buffoon had actually injured.
"Man, I'm glad we finally sat down over dinner and just talked, Stephen." Law added. "These last few years have been really silly. All the Twitter fighting and nasty nasty things you said.
Stephen B. Smitfter clears his throat nervously because underneath the weaselly and cowardly exteriors lies the heart of an en more weaselly coward.
"Well, you know how it can be in the...uhhh....market." Smitfter says shakily.
"Yes. A lot of competition." Law agreed. "Though I've heard things about some of your colleagues.
Smitfter had planted a number of rumors himself so he was glad to hear some were disseminating around the league.
"Is it true that Westin and Clayman are running an orgy club?" Law asks.
"What?!" Smitfter sputters. "I hadn't heard that one."
"Yeah." Law confirmed. "I've been hoping to get an invite. I figure if you help me with the introduction, I can get you in. It'll be a once in a lifetime event."
Smitfter thought it over and then nodded. Law fist bumped him, an awkward experience because Law's hands were about 3 times the size of Stepehen's. After a few more minutes of light conversation, Law pulled his phone out and smiled.
"Hey, I gotta run." he said. "Coach wants to have a conversation about stuff I can't share. It was great talking to you though. Bill's on me."
Law stood and pulled several hundreds from his wallet before dropping them on the table. He walked away and Smitfter was stunned beyond belief.
Outside the restaurant Charlie Law stood on his phone looking at the Smitfter still sitting there at the table.
"Yeah, he 100% fell for it. Expect one of you to get an awkward as hell phone call soon." Law said, trying to hold in his laughter. "We'll mvoe on renting the space afterwards. This is gonna be so damn entertaining."
His guest smiled politely but blanched slightly at the story, idly wondering how many people the buffoon had actually injured.
"Man, I'm glad we finally sat down over dinner and just talked, Stephen." Law added. "These last few years have been really silly. All the Twitter fighting and nasty nasty things you said.
Stephen B. Smitfter clears his throat nervously because underneath the weaselly and cowardly exteriors lies the heart of an en more weaselly coward.
"Well, you know how it can be in the...uhhh....market." Smitfter says shakily.
"Yes. A lot of competition." Law agreed. "Though I've heard things about some of your colleagues.
Smitfter had planted a number of rumors himself so he was glad to hear some were disseminating around the league.
"Is it true that Westin and Clayman are running an orgy club?" Law asks.
"What?!" Smitfter sputters. "I hadn't heard that one."
"Yeah." Law confirmed. "I've been hoping to get an invite. I figure if you help me with the introduction, I can get you in. It'll be a once in a lifetime event."
Smitfter thought it over and then nodded. Law fist bumped him, an awkward experience because Law's hands were about 3 times the size of Stepehen's. After a few more minutes of light conversation, Law pulled his phone out and smiled.
"Hey, I gotta run." he said. "Coach wants to have a conversation about stuff I can't share. It was great talking to you though. Bill's on me."
Law stood and pulled several hundreds from his wallet before dropping them on the table. He walked away and Smitfter was stunned beyond belief.
Outside the restaurant Charlie Law stood on his phone looking at the Smitfter still sitting there at the table.
"Yeah, he 100% fell for it. Expect one of you to get an awkward as hell phone call soon." Law said, trying to hold in his laughter. "We'll mvoe on renting the space afterwards. This is gonna be so damn entertaining."