Американские боги
Chapter 2
"Riggedgamesaretheeasiestonestobeat,"saidWednesday,waggingasquarefingeratShadow."Takeanotherlookatit."
Shadowglanceddownatit.Theheadwasfaceup.
"Imusthavefumbledthetoss,"hesaid,puzzled.
"Youdoyourselfadisservice,"saidWednesday,andhegrinned."I’mjustalucky,luckyguy."Thenhelookedup."WellInever.MadSweeney.Willyouhaveadrinkwithus?"
"SouthernComfortandCoke,straightup,"saidavoicefrombehindShadow.
"I’llgoandtalktothebarman,"saidWednesday.Hestoodup,andbegantomakehiswaytowardthebar.
"Aren’tyougoingtoaskwhatI’mdrinking?"calledShadow.
"Ialreadyknowwhatyou’redrinking,"saidWednesday,andthenhewasstandingbythebar.PatsyClinestartedtosing"WalkingAfterMidnight"onthejukeboxagain.
TheSouthernComfortandCokesatdownbesideShadow.Hehadashortgingerbeard.Heworeadenimjacketcoveredwithbrightsew-onpatches,andunderthejacketastainedwhiteT-shirt.OntheT-shirtwasprinted:
IFYOUCAN’TEATIT,DRINKIT,SMOKEIT,ORSNORTIT...THENF*CKIT!
Heworeabaseballcap,onwhichwasprinted:
THEONLYWOMANIHAVEEVERLOVEDWASANOTHERMAN’SWIFE...MYMOTHER!
HeopenedasoftpackofLuckyStrikeswithadirtythumbnail,tookacigarette,offeredonetoShadow.Shadowwasabouttotakeone,automatically-hedidnotsmoke,butacigarettemakesgoodbartermaterial-whenherealizedthathewasnolongerinside.Heshookhishead.
"Youworkingforourmanthen?"askedthebeardedman.Hewasnotsober,althoughhewasnotyetdrunk.
