I'd been told that he was at Al Cohol's place so I stopped in. He was there, with a couple of his hired goons, namely, Mas Menos (talk about a whole lotta nothin')
Mas.
Roast. What the hell are you doing here?
And Aqui Alli. Aqui tended to be more reasonable so I spoke with him, first.
Aqui, I'm here on business. Not after any of you guys. Can I speak to Poquito, please?
Fuck you, Roast.
Aqui was as charming as ever. I thought I was going to have to show these guys a little elbow action when suddenly...
CHUCK ROAST, you ol' sonofabitch! C'mere, have a drink.
