"Oh, that's wonderful—now I'll forgive you for the black eye. Look, Ev, my own bank book, and already a thousand dollars to check on—Ah, gee, that's swell, Big Boy," as she gave him a peck on the cheek for a kiss.
"How would you and Ev like to go to a show for the rest of the afternoon?" asked Big Boy.
"I wouldn't mind if I can have a few more drinks before I go in," said Evelyn.
"I'm all fixed for that," he answered, as he took a pint out of his hip pocket.
"I'll tell you, Pearl, you kill a third, and you kill a third, and I'll kill the rest. How's that?" said Evelyn, as she took the bottle from Big Boy.
"Why just the pint? I've a quart in the other dresser—wait, I'll get it," as she went to the dresser and took out a quart of Kentucky Bourbon.
"Why not kill both?" suggested Evelyn.
"Did you say you wanted to see the picture, or just want to go in the theatre to sleep?" asked Big Boy.
"Well, we'll get a bigger kick out of it, if we are stiff; I know we will."
"I've a better idea than that," said Pearl. "Let's just kill the quart, then take the pint into the theatre, and have a nip during the picture, huh, what do you say?"