Client in bar walks over to Server who is chain-smoking cigarettes. Client says, „How
much for a half-n-half?” Server scans crowd, exhales, „How much do you have?” Client
runs fingers through hair and rubs eyes and looks over shoulder (bar cluttered with
business suits and casual wear) says, „Well, I just pulled some out of the bank. It's on
tip of tongue.” She exhales, winks at a guy coveting a glass of Jack, adjusts bra and
thumbs her breast under blouse, „Ten big ones.” Client blinks, eyebrows V, spits,
„Ten. Oh come on, that's a little pricey for you.” She blows smoke in face, „I said big
ones.” Hands span pockets and wallet while he mumbles incoherent self-discrimination.
Mean while, a guy over bar and Jack whispers for bartender's ear, „Another drink
for Server.” Client sees this and sees the bartender walking over to Server with
drink in hand. Server ashes cigarette and says, „What's it going to be, Ten big ones and
half-n-half, or nothing?” Client hides face. Server says, “Well?” Client pulls hands
through hair. Says: „jaded, Red, The Detective Store,
Lassivyouus, Epithet, Pastiche, Amorous, God-Hop.”
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