"Gatsby." Nick called out the the maybe younger??? male.
"Fuck you want?" Came Gaysby's caring reply.
"The D."
"Go outside then, you're so pale."
A sigh left Nick-chan's lungs. "Get with the times, Gatsby-"
"UM, YOU DON'T TELL ME??? IT'S THE FUCKING 20s??? NOT THE 21ST CENTURY??? PLEASE USE PROPER 20S TERMS AND SUCH" Gatsby threw his shoe in anger. The shoe cried.
"I want the bee's knees."
Gaysby's eyebrows did the twist or whatever cuz they really like the 50s. "Nick, that's not-"
"Oh gee, it sure is great that we can only obtain alcohol illegally. Boy, do I love Jazz!! Can't wait for the stock market to crash so we can all-"
"The stock market is gonna crash?!" Gatsby, who was interested in investing in the stock market in the town's inn inside the most inner room with indoor plumbing, was worried.
"Yeah. Uh, fuck, what else... Oh, these women sure are showing a lot of skin, ankles are so scandalous!!"
"Okay, Nick, please stop."
"Only if you give me the D."
Gatsby's eyes locked with Nick's. Something primal in him awakened. He reached into drawer and pulled something out. He handed the item to Nick.
"Is this your idea of a joke?" Nick looked down at what he was given.
It was the letter D.
