TIE SCORE,
by Carroll MayersMorry wasn’t much for girls, the way Slick was. Slick could meet a strange doll and make the pickup, smooth and simple. Morry couldn’t. Whenever he tried, he broke out in a cold sweat, particularly if the babe was really luscious. Sometimes, Morry imagined the chick was openly laughing at his flat, freckled face and puny body, and that made it worse. He didn’t have Slick’s sleek dark looks or lithe build, but still he wanted to score with the girls.
Like that honey blonde in Logan’s Bar.
The night it happened, Morry and Slick were bumming about aimlessly. None of the gang was at the pool hall or hanging around the movie, so they drifted into the bar for a couple of beers Logan would provide if the crowd looked okay. They took a rear booth. Somebody’d left a c
