This was unexpected. Maybe my luck was getting better. Poquito was with his latest moll, a hot little number by the name of Extraño Viernes. Everyone called her Phreaky.
How the hell ya been, Chuck!
Excuse me, I'll let you two talk business. Mr. Roast, I'll be seeing you around...
I was almost certain that Poquito was talking to me but as I watched Phreaky walk away, all I heard was the sound of my blood leaving my brain.
Relax, Chuck. I've put the incident behind us. What can Poquito do for you?
I-I-I Huh?
I remained in that condition for, probably, a little too long.
