“But I have nothing to drink with.”
“We’ll have to remedy that.”
Hale said, “I think you have the most wonderful hair.”
“Thanks... Joe, I’ll have another whisky and water.”
The waiter turned to Hale.
“Bring him another Coke and gin,” I said. “Fix it so he can taste it if you don’t want the party to go dead.”
The waiter looked at Hale, then looked at me. “Okay, what do you want?”
“This is a hold-over. I’m keeping it.”
He said, “You’re entitled to another drink at no extra charge. When you have a girl at the table, you—”
“I know all about that,” I told him. “Get these drinks before these people die of thirst in the middle of your night spot.”