A/N Fictober prompt #23
Jack's office door swung open and Phryne flounced in. "Jack."
He looked up from his desk. "I don't know why I bother to close my door I really don't."
Phryne pouted. "Don't be like that Jack, I've come to bring you a tip off."
"A tip off?"
"Yes. Apparently there's an illegal distillery down at the docks."
Jack looked at her suspiciously. "Is this a tip from your red raggers?"
Phryne looked away. "My lips are sealed."
"A distillery? What is it making?"
"According to Ber…I mean... my source it's a drink called 'Scumble'. Made from apples... Well, mostly apples."
Jack sighed. "All right, well I guess I'd better check it out." He stood and grabbed his coat and hat off the hook. "I guess there's no point in trying to persuade you to stay out of this is there?"
"Not a chance," her grin spread wide over her face.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Fine. But this time, do what I say? Please? I don't think I need to remind you about the last time we went down to the docks. I don't want to have to fish you out of the water again."
Phryne shrugged "As I recall we got our man didn't we?"
"Or the time before that?"
"How was I to know he had a gun?"
"Mhmm, and what about the time before that?"
"It wasn't MY fault those chickens escaped!"
Jack pinched the bridge of his nose at the memories, "Please Miss Fisher. Just… stay with me, and don't do anything impulsive."
"Me? I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about Jack." A smile played on her lips. "Come on. Let's go find these scumble smugglers!"
A/N Scumble is a drink created by Terry Pratchett for the Discworld universe.