"That's what you got," he said, leaning across to top her hand with his, "two big baby stares."
"Well, Lew Kaminer," she said, "you'd kid your own shadow. Callin' me a baby-stare. Of all things! Lew Kaminer!" She looked away to smile.
"Drink it all down, baby-stare," he said, lifting the glass to her lips. They were well concealed and back away from the thinning patter of the crowd, so that, as he neared her, he let his face almost graze—indeed touch, hers.
She made a great pretense of choking.
"O-oh! burns!"
"Drink it down-like a major."
She bubbled into the glass, her eyes laughing at him above its rim.
"Aw gone!"
He clicked again with his fingers.
"Once more, Charlie!" he said, shoving their pair of glasses to the table-edge.