“Pardon, mademoiselle, ou sent les toilettes?”
She barely looked up, just waved a hand toward the back of the joint. Charlie stood grinning as he maneuvered out from behind the table. “Careful, Shake. This chick’s got the hots for you. Somebody might gonna get laid tonight.”
Shake waved him away and went back to his drawing which was hardly accurate or to scale. The state of Missouri as depicted took up about half of the American land mass and North Carolina covered most of the rest. They were just discussing the proper French pronunciation of Camp Lejeune when Charlie disappeared into a dark alcove at the back of the bar. At that point the situation got complicated.
“Hey, f**k you, assholes!”
Shake looked up and heard a loud thud coming from the direction Charlie had taken. The woman
