Snookie looked at the office. The act gave her no pleasure.
Arnie J. Armbruster, Private Detective, part time Lawyer and full time drunkard, was doubled over his desk, whimpering. And drunk, of course. This was normal.
The large amount of eldrich slime on the chair and trailing out of the office was not.
"What. The. Hell. Happened. Here?" she asled, with an amazing amount of control.
"neaugh chlient..." came the weak reply from the desk. "shomethinhg 'bout a lhible cashe... Proper Lawyer worHic."
Snookie looked at the papers on the desk. She wasn't stupid enough to touch them. "So, the Manga Shoggoth is suing the Lovecraft Estate for defamation of character?"
"Eashy cashe!"
She disfavoured the Lawyer/PI with a glare that, alas, completely missed its mark, since the mark was too drunk to notice. "Fine. You can do the cleaning up."
After all, she wasn't going to go around smelling of vinegar and ammonia.
