A Detective Conan Drabble

By Orla

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A pall of smoke hangs heavily in the air, but Gin takes no notice. With brevity born of practice he lights another cigarette, his eyes on the beautiful blond woman sitting across the table. She smirks and raises her glass.

“If you keep smoking like that, you’ll die before you’re a hundred.”

He glares. “Who wants to live that long? You’ll be decrepit and useless, unable to handle a gun.”

She shrugs. “It’s not that bad,” she says casually. “Being a hundred.”

He pauses, the cigarette held motionless in one hand, staring.

“You are not serious…”

And Vermouth just smiles.

- fin -

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