Joe poured the drinks, and one for himself. "Here's how," said Joe, as he poured his down.
"We'll be seeing you," waved Ev, as they started for the door.
"Let's see—seeing that we're on this side of the street, we might as well go to the Gold Palace. It's only four or five doors down this way."
The Gold Palace, a large cabaret, with a balcony on one side, the dance floor surrounded by tables and chairs with their real ugliness covered with dirty green covers, of none too certain age, with a band stand at the far end of the place, the bar off to the right doing a rushing business.
"We might as well go in here and cop a couple of snorts of liquor, and see if there's any of the girls in yet," said Ev, as she started for the bar.
"Hello, Curley—my, you look grand tonight," Ev greeted the young bartender, as they stood up to the rail. "I want you to meet one of the new girls who just came to town. Curley, this is Pearl."
"Hello, Pearl—I'm always glad to meet a new girl. Now, what will you have to drink?"
"Whiskey for me," said Pearl, "what do you want, Ev?"