"Public defender." The young woman in the professional suit said. "And I don't like drug smugglers. I'm only taking this job because I lost my job at the FAA."
"Don't sweat it sweets." Said Tillington, "The drugs were bogus and so was the charge. If you lawyer half as sharply as you dress you'll have me outta here in no time."
His charm was working. Her nerves were settling. Maybe she would get through this after all.
He looked her up and down and said "I'll bet you a smoke I can tell you were you got them shoes."
"You're on! buster."
"On yer feet toots. on yer feet."
This seemed like the beginning of an adequate working relationship. She took out a smoke and lit it then tossed it over the glass. The lit end barely grazed the ceiling. It then tumbled down end over end until the filter end was balanced perfectly on his ample, waiting, lower lip.
"You got style honey!"
"You too Jake. You too."