Habitué

"You were here when I met
her," Lover Boy, dressed
in his standard brown leather
flying jacket and khaki pants,
says to Steve at the All-Nite.
"Remember, I said I was going
to pick up the next girl that
goes by the front window.
Well, I did that day, and we've
been going together for six
weeks now.

"Long time for me. Before she
came along, I picked up five
beautiful women in a row and
spent some time with each one,
but I didn't really like them
paying for everything. I want
to make my own money. Maybe
I'll be able to with this one. She's
going back to Sioux Falls, South
Dakota, end of the month, and I'm
going with her to give it a try."

"You'll be back in a week," Steve
says, "soon as it snows or you get
tired of sleeping with her."

"It'll be like a new start," Lover
Boy says, running a hand
through his Elvis hair, "with no
bad habits to tempt me."

"You take your bad habits along
wherever you go," Steve says.
"That's for sure."

"We'll see," Lover Boy says. "Maybe
I'll send pictures to you & the guys
at the Beer and Shout, scrawling,
'Wish you were here' with snow up
to my neck, just my head showing."

 

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