Page 61 of Bone’s Choice
This was about the Grave Prowlers.
I just didn’t know how yet.
“Hey, Prez.”
I looked over.
Rowdy had finally stopped laughing.
“What?”
“What are we doing Friday?” he asked. He spread his hands. “It’s Friday. Couple of us were talking about going out.”
Taco immediately forgot Dealer had almost punched him. “Bing’s.”
My attention shifted too quickly.
Taco leaned against the table. “Bing’s first, then maybe O’Malley’s.”
“Bing’s smells like piss,” Dealer said.
“It does not.”
“The bathroom does,” Dealer grimaced.
“All bar bathrooms smell like piss,” Humpty pointed out.
“That doesn’t help your argument.”
Rowdy pointed toward Taco. “I vote Bing’s.”
Munch raised his hand.
“You don’t get a vote,” Humpty said.
“I wasn’t voting.”
“What were you doing?”
“Can prospects go?”
The entire room answered at once. “No.”
Munch stared at us. “That felt personal.”
“It was,” Taco said.
“Asshole.”
“You’ve got prospect shit to do,” Taco replied.
“What prospect shit?” Taco asked.
Taco looked around. “You guys got anything?”
Breaker came over from the bar. “My underwear needs washing.”
Munch’s face fell.
