THE CUTTERS LOUNGE
Tonight is Swinging Dicks’Night at The Cutters Lounge cigar bar. There are to be no women. So why is The Katman’s daughter serving the ceremonial Clynelish 20-year old Scotch to Michael, Rick, David, and me?
“My dad is running late. He said to start with his recommended appetizers.” She holds out a tray of New Havana cigars.
Michael turns his head, blows a billow of smoke and converses with it. “There aren’t supposed to be any … girls tonight.”
Katie curls her lips at him, “Why? That never stops you from scratching, farting, and belching.”
Michael’s head whips back at her and he tries to give her his most foreboding stare of doom. Katie turns and sways away to the counter out front, scratching her ass at him.
Rick grins and pleads after her, “Everything out there…
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