"Kreme, I need to go, I feel kinda sleepy," she yawns.
I click through the pics. "Good enough, Miss Priss. Whatever would I do without you?"
"Sit at home eatin' candy bars in your bloomers, I guess," she jibes, annoyed. "I'm the one with game, remember? Christ, maybe I should write the column."
"When they start taking monosyllabic copy written in crayon, I'll let you know," I snipe back at her. "Thankfully, Jett, in this line of work, you're a little something I like to call, 'job security.' One of the two or three reasons I keep your ass around."