Zoey Is Too Drunk for This Dystopia (Zoey Ashe #3)

by Jason Pargin

Zoey fought to hide her discomfort and failed. “Can you put some clothes on?” “Why? Do you feel threatened? Would you feel threatened if I was a woman? Or do you feel that there is danger inherent to specific sex organs?” “You apparently do. You’re doing this because you know it makes me uncomfortable. You’d feel the same way if you were ambushed by a strange naked man. Especially if he was six inches taller than you and outweighed you by seventy-five pounds.” Damon looked Zoey up and down. “I don’t think I outweigh you by that much.” “I swear, guys like you, it’s like you have this radar for people’s insecurities so you can zoom right in. I have messed-up teeth, too. Go ahead and get that one out of the way.” “You started it, by commenting on my body. All I did was say hello. Hey, would you like to go in and make me a coffee?” “Ah, because I was a barista. Funny. Somehow, you’ve told me nothing about yourself but managed to tell me everything I need to know. And you’re not worried that what you’re doing now looks bad to the voters? Waving your genitals at a notorious woman? You know there are cameras everywhere, right?” “Nothing here is new to my neighbors or my constituents. I have nothing to hide, I lay bare all of my mind and body for judgment, as everyone should.” Zoey decided to just move on to the subject at hand. “I’m here because we have employees who are going missing. Which you already know. Three, so far.” “Sex workers, you mean.” “Yes, that’s the type of work ...