Preservation (The Walshes, #7)

by Kate Canterbary

Either my weekend fuckery was stalking me or Mercury was in cuntrograde because this Monday wasn't off to a great start.

"Just calm down and give me a minute to figure out what's wrong," he replied. "Ohhh," Sam said. "Did you just invoke the calm down clause?" "That does trigger the articles of ass-kicking," Tom added.

My residents actually requested that I put on "that oldies rap" that I usually play in the OR. I'm not sure when Biggie and Snoop crossed the line into oldies, but… Riley: It sounds like they forgot about Dre. Alex: Must've been all that gin and juice. Riley: Things aren't the same for gangsters. Alex: That's how it goes with surgeons. Once they get mo' money… Riley: Mo' problems, huh? Alex: They're coming straight outta residency. Like every single day. Riley: Sometimes your words hypnotize me. Alex: Play on, player. Riley: Shake it, mama. Alex: The skirts know what's up. Riley: Well I do have a pocket full of rubbers… Alex: I just snorted because we all know how you feel about rubbers. Riley: I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out. Alex: I attract the honeys like a magnet. Riley: I can do this all day, Alexandra. Alex: You? I can throw the fuck down if you want to have a conversation composed entirely of song lyrics. Alex: We can move onto movie quotes whenever you're ready. Riley: Do we wear pink on Wednesdays?