"Good evening, Mr. Sperry," Mason said like a groveling idiot as Sperry crossed the floor of the drawing room, heading for the bar.
"Hello, Mason. Would either of you care for a drink?" Sperry asked in a tone that suggested he'd rather not have to supply us with drink.
"I'll have what you're having, Mr. Sperry" Mason said with a tongue that must've known what Sperry's boots tasted like.
"No, I save the good stuff for the important people, Mason. You'll have a sherry. I take it you're Jake Randolph. What'll it be?"
"I'll have what you're having," I said...
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
Reckon Mason’s tongue knew what more than just Sperry’s boots tasted like! 🤮
Love Jake’s choice of drink!😂
Christopher almost 3 years ago
Thanks, Neville.
Jamie Clapperton almost 3 years ago
Couldn't help feeling sorry for Mason here.. :-))
Christopher almost 3 years ago
Thanks, Jamie. Me too.