Two hours later Mush and Trouble sat in complete silence. They had talked themselves to death. Mush didn't know what to do. He was panicking. Where the hell was Jamie! He didn't know what to do with Trouble any more. Making a move on her might be pleasurable enough but would everything be all right in the morning? Mush didn't want to risk it. So he said the only thing he could think of: "So."
Trouble raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow and laughed. Mush turned a deep shade of red. Much to Mush's relief Racetrack came running over to their table.
"Sorry to interrupt your, uh, dinner here. But, ah, Dave got beat up real bad before. Jamie and Jacky found him in the alley next door. So, ah, we kind of need some help with him back at the Lodging House. Ah, actually, we just need some muscles, seeing as no one else is as, ah, jacked as you are. Mush I mean. Not you Troub. I mean, I'm sure you're, ah, jacked, maybe, or, ah, I don't know, but, ah, you know." Now it was Race's turn to blush. Trouble laughed a little as she assured him she understood.
"Gee sorry about this Trouble. You want to come back with us to the Lodging House? I mean you must be staying there? Unless you have somewhere else?" Mush asked awkwardly. This was a first for Mush. He was never awkward, especially around girls.
"Did you just say 'Gee'?" Racetrack asked, in hysterics. Mush shot him a look that could kill. Racetrack immediately stifled his laughter.
"Yeah sure, I mean I was planning on staying there. I already talked to Jamie about it." Trouble assured Mush.
"Well come on, get the lead out of your pants. Dave's just on the stairs, waiting for your assistance." Racetrack ordered and started to leave. He was followed by Mush and Trouble, who were walking arm in arm.