"Get lost," Lucky tells Candy as he comes over and pulls up a stool next to me.
"Hey," she yells at him, "I was just talking to Thor."
"Yeah, well now I have to talk to him, so get gone. Club business." She huffs and glares at him but she does leave. She knows that club business means she's got to make herself scarce. "What the f***k are you doing man?"
"Drinking a beer," I tell him, pointing it at him for emphasis. "What did you have to talk to me about anyway?"
"You're a stupid mother f.ucker you know that? I should have gone ahead and tried to shoot my shot with the hot lawyer, since you clearly don't give a f***k about her."
"Go for it, she thinks we're a bunch of criminals so good luck getting through to her."
"Well, she's not wrong, we are a bunch of criminals."
"Yeah, well I
