Author's note: Jeff's possible thoughts during a scene from The Duchess Assignment.
Prompt 13, Whiskey
The elevator ride was eerie. The mechanical voice grated on my nerves, and its answer to my muttered, "Thank you" unnerved me.
Dandridge was effusive as ever. He's proud of his company; everything's automated. He offered a cigarette. It was already lit when I pulled it from his machine. He offered a drink; I asked for whiskey - on the rocks. He chuckled, and his automatic bartender poured a Johnny Walker, just the way I'd ordered.
Good whiskey, good company, and a good cause to espouse. I meant only the best when I said, "Well, here's mud in your automated eye."