"It's crazy! Look at that! Dancing together... my word, man, they're hugging!"
I look up; not that I didn't know who that guy's talking about. Yep, definitely hugging, and about as wasted as I've ever seen 'em.
I suppress a smile and turn back. "Do I look like one who cares?"
"Take it easy, man," says another dude, "They're drunk."
"Drunk people get into fights, not- that!" The entertainer looks back at me. "There has to be a rule or something."
"The only rule at Huggy's is 'friend do what friend want'."
"Them your friends?"
"You can say that." And if the threat didn't get up to those sparse synapses, I'll be sure to help it soon. "Don't like, don't look."
Finally, he takes all his outrage outta here and I heave a sigh.
Starsky and Hutch back together? The way it looked a coupla days ago, I could've let them play maracas in their undies for this. Better get the Jewel ready outside. The Tomato may be cool, but nothing's like my baby.
They've been like this for five minutes now. Too drunk or too little?
Doesn't matter. I like what I see. I ain't called Huggy for nuthin'.
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