“You ask where whores go,” the woman said. “But you should ask what comes after.”
He put the disc back in. This time, the menu had changed. No more featurettes. Just one option: game of thrones season 5 dvd set
Tyrion laughed—a hollow, broken sound. “After what? After the dwarf loses his nose? After the lion loses his tail?” “You ask where whores go,” the woman said
He’d cleared his Friday night. No calls, no texts, a pot of chili on the stove, and a six-pack of Dornish-style ale (okay, it was just local craft beer, but he’d printed a fake label). He popped in Disc One, and the familiar, percussive theme music thundered through his speakers. For a moment, he was home. No more featurettes
He turned off the TV. Ejected the disc. Slid it back into the sleeve.