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Drinks on the House

           

           Thewomanbesidehimbegantosinginaflat,deadvoice:"Roll…out…thebarrel…andwe’llhave,…abarrel…offun…"

           Lloydpickeditup.Thenthemaninthebluesuit.Thedog-manjoinedin,thumpingonepawagainstthetable

           "Now’sthetimetorollthebarrel-"

           Derwentaddedhisvoicetotherest.Acigarettewascockedinonecornerofhismouthatajauntyangle.Hisrightarmwasaroundtheshouldersofthewomaninthesarong,andhisrightbandwasgentlyandabsentlystrokingherrightbreast.Hewaslookingatthedog-manwithamusedcontemptashesang.

           "-becausethegang’s…all…here!"

           Jackbroughtthedrinktohismouthanddowneditinthreelonggulps,theginhighballingdownhisthroatlikeamovingvaninatunnel,explodinginhisstomach,reboundinguptohisbraininoneleapwhereitseizedholdofhimwithafinalconvulsingfitoftheshakes.

           Whenthatpassedoff,hefeltfine.

           "Doitagain,please,"hesaid,andpushedtheemptyglasstowardLloyd.

           "Yes,sir,"Lloydsaid,takingtheglass.Lloydlookedperfectlynormalagain.Theolive-skinnedmanhadputhis.32away.Thewomanonhisrightwasstaringintohersingaporeslingagain.Onebreastwaswhollyexposednow,leaningonthebar’sleatherbuffer.Avacuouscrooningnoisecamefromherslackmouth.Theloomofconversationhadbegunagain,weavingandweaving

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