Smith has busted!

Smith slumped down in her leather seat and gave a long, deflating sigh. "Uuuuugh. I busted! I knew it. My whole life's been one long run of bad luck, why should it change now?" she grunted in monotone, steadily lighting up another cigarette as she complained. "You're just the next person in a conga-line of folks who decided it'd be fun to fuck me in the ass!"

Robin blushed a bit at the word choice, as someone who liked to fuck other women and wasn't averse to butt-play, but for now, she tried to focus on her customer service. "Oh, don't be like that! It's nothing personal!" she reassured her opponent.

"Sure. Whole fucking world is out to screw me and has been for over a decade, but it's nothing personal. Yep," she retorted sarcastically, pushing the cards back across the table roughly. "Hope they put that on my tombstone. 'Nothing Personal, Smith.'"