Relax Baby Be Cool

The Detective swished the grape soda around in mouth, enjoying the carbonated tickle on his tongue, feeling the purple sucrose coat his teeth. The Dentist was another old friend he'd have to look up once he got a few cases under his belt. How long had it been?
The last time the Detective had been to see a Dentist was for a root canal. It had been painful and costly enough to keep him flossing for what, four, five years. He'd had a benefit plan then, even.
Now, he had an online diploma in Investigación Privada from a Mexican correspondence school and a business plan sketched out in the margins of a Ross Macdonald paperback: "I could do this. Maybe. Why not?"