Holden slams his cup of Scotch and soda down on the table, giving the table a solid thunk.

His voice is almost annoyed when he speaks, making it hard to understand him at first. “Heard you went out with that old blonde chick,” he finally says, his eyes drifting away from you and towards the ceiling before coming back to meet yours. “The rich one.”

"Did you do it for the cash?" Holden asked, his voice low and accusing against the silent background. His eyes were fixed on yours.