Professional Courtesy
March, 1978
It was a slow, gray chilly night. Drizzly. The big-building downtown of any city feels its glummest in weather like that. Donna and Roberta weren't even going to try checking out another bar. They'd just emerged from the basement of their headquarters, Billy the Adult, where they'd split a spliff with the bartender. Roberta fed some quarters to the jukebox and pressed the buttons for Honky Tonky Woman five times. The bartender made a round of stingers. The girls would nurse them for another half...
