"Whatever Pearl says is all O. K. with me," answered Evelyn.
"Well, I have something to drink out there."
"Good," said Pearl, quickly. "We'll go."
"Hey, Tony, you know where my joint is, don't you?"
"I should, by this time. I've took you there enough—when you was so lit you didn't know where it was yourself."
They arrived at Mickey's place in a few minutes, and it was just as Mickey had described it, and very tastily furnished in pinks and blues, with a faint odor of incense in the still, cool air.
"Come on in, Tony, and have a drink," as the girls got out of the car.
"O. K."
They went into the rooms, snapping on the lights, then all heading for the kitchen by instinct. Pearl called Evelyn aside—talking in low tones, as Mickey got out the bottle of whiskey and set it on the table.
"Help yourself, Tony, while I see what the conference is about."