"Whiskey for me, Joe. What will you have, Dearie?"
"The same, and a big one," answered Pearl.
"Say, Dearie, by what name are you calling yourself?"
"Excuse me for not telling you before, but it's Pearl—Pearl Jones—let's have another drink on it.
"Well, that's as good a name as any, at least, it's good and common," smiled Evelyn, as she killed her second drink without a chaser.
"You know the old saying, 'Common by name, common by nature.'"
"I'm damned if you ain't O. K., and we'll have another drink on that one. Hey, Joe, two more drinks for two ladies."
"Say, Ev, you must have something on your mind tonight the way you are starting off. You girls have a drink on the house, will you?"
"Hell, Yes—I'll drink on anything. You know me, Joe—Bar Fly Ev, the girl without a limit—at anything. By the way, Joe, this is Pearl. She's a new girl in town."
"Hello, Sister, glad to know you. Have another drink."