Part 2 (1/2)
”For the love of Jees--where the h.e.l.l you been? Look at your face--my G.o.d, but you need a drink, dear,” said Evelyn, as Pearl and her boy friend came alongside the bar.
”Excuse us for a minute, big boy,” said Pearl, as she took Evelyn by the arm and started for the Ladies' Room.
”You ain't answered my question, where--have you been?”
”I just made some real money--look.” She showed Evelyn the fifty-dollar bill.
”Well, if you was out with that guy that you came in with, all I got to say is--you d.a.m.n sure earned it.”
”Ev, you said it--I ain't so sure I care to meet any more like him, at least not tonight, although I gave him my address. He wants to come up tomorrow. What do you know about him, Ev?”
”Plenty--dearie--plenty, and if you can put up with him you can have the world with a dirty s.h.i.+rt on it. He is filthy with money, owns a mine back out here in the mountains--you use your own judgment, dearie.”
”Were you ever out with him, Ev?”
”No, thanks, I bar horses.”
The crowds were beginning to work their way down to the bridge district.
All the bars were full of hard-drinking men and women. The cabarets were crowded, as it was time for the floor shows to go on in these places.
”Come on, Pearl, let's go over across the street to the Lobby No. 2.
It's a gay place, they have a good show there, and there must be some of the regular girls over there by now, and you've made enough tonight already to spend the rest of the night having a good time.”
”All right, I'm ready.”
Lobby No. 2, one of the most popular bars in Juarez, the bar in the front of the building, and the cabaret directly back of it, quite a large dance floor, with a band stand at the farthest end, and surrounded on three sides with tables, and every table filled with every specie of the human race, some drunk, some more drunk, and some blind drunk.
”h.e.l.lo, there, Ev,” greeted the bartender. ”How's the old girl tonight?”
”I'm fine, Henry--I want you to meet a girl friend of mine. This is Pearl.”
”Hi, Pearl, what will you and Ev have to drink?”
”I think I'll have Rock and Rye, and a big slug of it--Ev, speed up, you're holding up the parade.”
”Whiskey, my darlings--Hey, Harry--you d.a.m.n good-looking b.a.s.t.a.r.d--come over here, I got a girl friend I want you to know.”
”Why, h.e.l.lo, Ev--I haven't seen you in days, or I mean nights. Where have you been?” greeted Harry Hicks, a tall blonde young man of about twenty-three, who was the Master of Ceremonies of the floor show.
”Harry, this is Pearl--Pearl, this is Harry.” Evelyn poured down her whiskey without further ado.
”How do you do,” said Harry, as he offered his hand.
”I'm very glad to know you,” said Pearl, as she took the offered hand.