“Man, I love it here. Is there anywhere better than a bar to meet girls?” Howard leaned against the bar to prove to anyone he wasn’t drunk.
“Depends. I like women that can remember me in the morning.”
“Shiiiit, that’s what I mean, Mox. Who wants to remember someone the next day?”
“That’s the booze talking.”
“Whatever. I got me a blonde to—”
“You mean the one with the biker?”
“A biker’s here?”
Mox debated mentioning they were in a biker bar, but decided this would be too good a show to miss. “Yeah, he’s with his forty friends.”