Quite Tasty

Parker:

Inhaling the cool night breeze as the westerly winds blew the crisp river freshness along the darkened alleyway, waiting silently against the thumping club noise as the Rover drowned in heavy shadows. Shivering slightly, turning up the collar of the charcoal trench coat to keep the swirling winds off my neck, tucking my hands into my dark washed jeans.

How fucking long are they going to