When wasn’t I?
Sandy answered her statement as though it was a question, incensed by her disrespect.
No, no – you are. I’m just saying like, it’s impressive.
He half growled at her.
There isn’t many that are still are.
What’re saying? I’ve been doing it too long?
No, not all. I think it’s awesome. I think you’re awesome. It’s just, you’re like, a legend, you know?
Lily Blue back peddled until she’d calmed the rising fire in the old comedian’s belly. Sandy looked over and saw Trevor, still sucking down his cigar, whispering illicit wishes into his Lily’s ear. They wouldn’t notice if Sandy left, and in Lily Blue he saw his opportunity.
A “legend”, ya reckon? Well, how would you like to see where a legend sleeps?
Sandy asked her, taking his drink in hand and swallowing as much of it as he could.
He placed the near empty glass back onto the bar, took her in hand and started his goodbye.