Well, that was definitely a gift that kept on giving - both for Mick and J!
What sort of sick joke was it on the part of an uncaring universe that scotch still tasted like it always had, but couldn’t get him drunk?
Mick at his broody best...
He’d hate her for it, if it wasn’t all too much trouble
And making lame excuses...
She looked…expensive.
Sounds like a gentlemanly way to call his wife a hooker... oh, yeah...
“Exhibit A, stage right, in a Hawaiian shirt."
Not only nice Josef snark, but it puts Mick back where he was when he met Coraline. The woman in red and the musician in the Hawaiian shirt. Not coincidence on his part, I'm sure.