BigSaltyDog

  Adventures of Quigley & McFinleyyy Chapter 1 – Neon Nights & Margarita Fights The city didn’t sleep. It sweated. Neon lights buzzed like dying insects, the air thick with gasoline, sweat, and cheap perfume. Synth beats leaked from every open-top Camaro crawling down the strip. Quigley leaned back in the white Testarossa’s passenger seat, cigarette ash trembling with every bump in the road. His linen suit was sharp but not spotless—it carried the faint tang of tequila and last week’s blood. McFinleyyy drove one-handed, the other gripping a tumbler of whiskey. Ice was a foreign language. “You know what I hate about Miami?” Quigley muttered. McFinleyyy grunted. “Everything’s sticky. Sticky cash, sticky floors, sticky women.” McFinleyyy downed the whiskey, slammed the glass on the dash, and cracked a smile. “Sticky blondes ain’t so bad.” They pulled into Club Inferno , headlights bouncing off Ferraris and Lamborghinis stacked along the curb like trophies. Blonde wome...