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Firing Offense 130: ‘You’ve been out here all afternoon?’ ‘Fuckin’ aye,’ he said.at fucking A!, excl.
Firing Offense 130: ‘You’ve been out here all afternoon?’ ‘Fuckin’ aye,’ he said. Firing Offense 62: ‘[T]hat’s not why they aced him.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘He was a gonif. They caught with his hand in the fuckin’ cookie jar’.at ace, v.
Firing Offense 18: We bring ‘em through the door, pass a few out, lose our asses—we’ll make it up on add-ons’.at lose one’s ass under ass, n.
Firing Offense 3: I was thirty years old, and had drunk several beers backed with bourbon the night before.at back, n.1
Firing Offense 18: ‘Tell the fellas not to match that price, hear? If we have to take a bath, we can wait till Black Friday’.at take a bath (v.) under bath, n.
Firing Offense 19: That bitch Fein called [...] ‘Said we’ve got to stop using the word sale in the head of our ads if we’re not lowering our everyday prices.’ ‘So I’ll call this next ad a blowout.’ ‘Perfect’.at blow-out, n.1
Firing Offense 63: ‘What did he steal?’ ‘A third world briefcase, what else? [. . . .] He lost his job for a boogie box’.at boogie box (n.) under boogie, v.
Firing Offense 75: ‘As for the blacks, we send them a message every so often to remind them that we live here too. Fuckin’ bootheads act like they own this town’.at boothead (n.) under boot, n.2
Firing Offense 70: The bartender [...] pulled my tab from between two rum bottles on the call rack.at call, n.2
Firing Offense 83: Jerry Chase [...] dragged on her cigarette. The cherry from the last one was still smoking in the ashtray.at cherry, n.1
Firing Offense 1: A poster of the mayor, a smiling portrait in debauchery, was taped to the window [...] The coke sweat had been dutifully airbrushed from the mayor's forehead.at coke sweat (n.) under coke, n.1
Firing Offense 212: I paused and stared [...] into her eyes. ‘You cooled Eddie Shultz’.at cool, v.3
Firing Offense 32: Malone said, ‘Where you been, Country? I done closed two deals while you were gone’.at country, n.
Firing Offense 206: ‘[T]he Kotekna VCR deal that got soured up in Washington’.at curdle, v.
Firing Offense 61: ‘I was out last night, things got a little crazy. I got my eye dotted in a bar’.at dot, v.
Firing Offense 126: ‘Why don’t we set up on the porch and knock down those beers’.at knock down, v.
Firing Offense 38: ‘I could have had that fifty-nine cent ice bucket over here months ago, but I thought I’d let his droopy ass stew about it for a while’.at droopy, adj.
Firing Offense 122: ‘Anyway,’ he said, ‘you’re the one out on his ear. I’ve still got a job’.at on one’s ear under ear, n.1
Firing Offense 20: As the manager [...] he knew what his priorities were: to put out fires and to protect his salesmen from the main office.at put out fires (v.) under fire, n.
Firing Offense 54: [A] few tables were empty. A waitress directed us to a four-top.at four-top (n.) under four, adj.
Firing Offense 75: ‘I should be able to walk through [the park] without stumbling on some freak faggots’.at freak, adj.
Firing Offense 42: The evening progressed with McGinnes and me hammering malt liquors one for one in the back room at an alarming rate.at hammer, v.1
Firing Offense 188: ‘All right, Home,’ the short one said to Malone, and they touched knuckles.at home, n.
Firing Offense 185: I got dressed that morning, real sharp. [...] I was so hooked up, I was proud’.at hooked up, adj.3
Firing Offense 54: ‘[G]ive us four Harps and four ‘Jamies’’.at Jamie, n.
Firing Offense 210: The K-heads and cocaine kids moved about these rooms like hopped-up insects.at K, n.
Firing Offense 55: McGinnes [...] emerged [from the bar] with two sixes of longnecks under his arm.at long neck (n.) under long, adj.
Firing Offense 43: He unraveled his fist to reveal two orange hexagonal pills [...] ‘What is it?’ ‘Like a ‘lude, only not as heavy. [...] It’s just a painkiller’.at lude, n.
Firing Offense 127: Lazarus brought a glass out of the cupboard and placed it next to my can. ‘Here,’ he said. ‘Drink it like a white man’ .at white man, n.
Firing Offense 6: I traded retail clichés (‘Katie, Bar the Door,’ ‘Passin’ Them Out Like Popcorn’) with Fisher, the company merch manager.at merch, n.
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