“I’ve known lots of cats over the years, cool cats, slick cats, jazz cats, hep cats, and just plain old run of the mill cats”
“Oh shut up you old windbag. I don’t think you’ve ever even lifted your sorry ass up from this counter top and dragged yourself away from this fly blown bar.”
“What do you know about it sonny. I ought to put a cap in your ass, you little ginger bastard: why if I didn’t know you mommy as well as I do; I’d show you up for the pussy whipped little fool that you are”
Their eyes, filled with hatred, locked across the room. Curtis younger and more agile; pumped up on testosterone. Winston older, not yet past his prime, deadly at close quarters.
They could both do some serious damage to each other.
But was it worth it?
Winston made the first move “You know man, I don’t come here to fight” pausing to lick his lips lasciviously: “I just come to look at the hot pussy”.
Curtis laughed, “Me too old man”, taking the olive branch he joined Winston at the bar and admired the view through the window.
“You know Curtis; I’d give that Beyonce an eight out of ten”
“Nah, she’s hotter than that”
Just then Jenny walked in: “Hi boys, I hope you too have been good to each other, you know I don’t like it when you fight.
I’ve got a lovely bit of cod for you two”