Author: Dorian Gray
Word Count: 100
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It's real late, lots of empty tables, nobody here but the two of them in a corner booth. Starsky kicks Hutch. "Know what'd be neat?"
Hutch looks over, already skeptical, like nothing Starsky could ever think of will be quite neat enough for him. "Hm?"
"Say we get partnered someday. Walkin' a beat. Cleanest, toughest cops in the city. Be neat, huh?"
Hutch takes a long pull at his beer, and says, "Yeah." That notch forms between his eyebrows, as though the finicky little jury inside him handed down a verdict he didn't expect. "Yeah... but what are the odds?"