[Dusk makes the sky all red and yellow on the outside. On the inside at the bar it is timeless. Larry's rum and coke tastes refreshing. Now and then he looks on over to Freddy to make sure he's still there.
So he was half wrong. It isn't a brothel. They just have whores who know how to find their game.
Just when he's about to comment on the 'football' game on the big, boxy TV something perfumed leans on the bar at his side.]
Oh Papi, why you looking so tired, so sad?
[He clears his throat and throws Freddy a glance as if to say 'I didn't start it!']
no subject
So he was half wrong. It isn't a brothel. They just have whores who know how to find their game.
Just when he's about to comment on the 'football' game on the big, boxy TV something perfumed leans on the bar at his side.]
Oh Papi, why you looking so tired, so sad?
[He clears his throat and throws Freddy a glance as if to say 'I didn't start it!']
I'm not neither.