The Solicitor's Tea and the Stubs of a Chicken

The room was littered with greasy dinner plates and empty bottles of fortified wine. A roasting tray lay in the middle of the floor, and on it was the picked over carcass of a small chicken. Several bodies were strewn across the carpet, their heads resting on balled up jumpers,. necks bent as if they were broken. The solicitor held his hands out to show he was free of guilt, to prove there was no trace of me on his palms. It contained three bottles of irish bailieys, which elicited a whoop of sincere delight. We sat slack jawed and watched nick cave perform.