"Well, why the Hell didn't you say something before—good Heavens, it's been a long time between drinks—bottoms up."
Screaming, glasses crashing, curses, tearing of clothes, yells, biting, pulling of hair, turning over of tables, running of people, came from the rear of the place.
"Good Heavens," screamed Pearl, "Those women are tearing each other to pieces—why don't somebody try to separate them?"
"Come on, let's get going," said Harry, as he took Pearl by the arm and piloted her out of the place, never bothering to pay the check.
"So long, kids, I'll see you tomorrow," called Evelyn.
"But where do you live, Ev?"
"San Antonio Apartments, on San Antonio Street, number twenty-seven. Come up tomorrow, dear—adios."