"What did you say?" inquired Chartreuse ominously. Emily shifted in her chair. Apparently her g-string wasn't as comfortable as she'd expected.
"Really need to get this chair recaned," she mumbled.
Billy shuffled the cards with maniacal deliberation, his attention apparently fixed on this process to the exclusion of all else. A stray hair fell maddeningly across his forehead.
"I said," began Chartreuse, a little louder...but he was interrupted by the explosion of the television in the next room.
Billy laid the gun on the card table and picked up the cards. His hair was perfect. "Five-card draw?" he inquired, one eyebrow arched slightly. Emily shivered. She hadn't seen him like this since the night his brother disappeared on a 24-hour trick-or-treating spree last Hallowe'en.
"Billy," she said, "I'll make some tea." She hurried into the kitchen, trying to surreptitiously rearrange her clothing into a more comfortable position.