Randall looked like an ancient pimp. I thought it was awesome.
About time,” Randall grumbled.
“Hello, Randall,” I said. “Make sure your women give you your money so you don’t have to pimp slap them.”
“They just tried to pimp me out,” I said, sounding completely awed. “Why does that always happen in this room?”
“Remember,” Randall murmured from behind me, “I get ninety percent of all your take. Don’t make me slap you. You Randall’s girl, now.”