He whistled through his teeth again, "Whooee! You take the expression 'dressed to kill' to new levels little buddy!"
I positively hated it when he referred to me as 'little buddy', but I never let him know it because it would only inspire him to use it more often than he already did.
Chantry looked me over approvingly, "Well here's to hoping that this new experimental and might I add highly expensive fabric, is all it's cracked up to be! Don't get it dirty!"
He finished with a chuckle and I barely avoided the childish gesture of rolling my eyes.
"Oh Tyre? Little buddy?"
Galloway was pestering me about something and I reluctantly turned back to him, "Yes?"
Galloway launched right into his spiel the picture of exuberance, "We all heard about how your house exploded in a volcano and oh by the way what a cool location! Way cooler than mine I have to admit! But anyway hearing all about that and given your stellar past of agent excellence I thought a song might be in order."
Oh no!
Came the silent dread filled thought as I heard his words.
"Now relax Tyre it's not like the last one, which I admit was a bit cheesy and you'll be happy about something else to!"
"Will I?" I asked with my tone expressing no optimism whatsoever.
"It's not a country song this time."
I waited for it.
"It's more of a hard rock kind of power ballad song, if you know what I mean."
I groaned and turned to leave, but he grabbed my arm.
He held up a flash drive triumphantly, "I just got the file back! A buddy of mine in that vein of music did a quickie for me to get some basic lyrics hammered out. It's still not quite polished given the rush, but I think it'll do!"
"Do what?" I exclaimed, but Galloway was lost in the process of plugging the drive in and playing whatever horrible monstrosity had been concocted upon it.
He proved that he'd heard me though when he said, "Why so you can have a theme song playing to go along with your Saturday Night Fever impersonation."
"Theme song! Are you serious Galloway?" I exploded, but the song was already playing with deafening cadence within the tight confines of the van.
I cringed as the notes played out.
Finally it was over and I was about to let Galloway have it when Chantry said, "You know that's actually not that bad given the field of music that it belongs to."
Galloway positively beamed with pride at what he took as, rarely given, high praise. Shocked beyond words I turned on Chantry as I fought to frame the excoriating words I felt rising up in me in response to the embarrassing song.