“You guys want to order something?” he shouted to his two costumed companions. Without waiting to hear a response, he leaned back to catch the attention of the closest waitress. He waved the young girl over and tried to keep his eyes from wandering to her revealing outfit.
Eugene sloshed around the dregs of his glass, but didn’t want to risk taking another sip. “We did what we could out there,” Farley went on. “The men all fought well. The men all fought well.”