They went into the bar—crowds were milling, singing, talking, cursing and drinking to the war.
"This is going to be another wild night over here—I can see that already—come on, let's get a drink, and then you can go in and see Harry."
"O. K."
"Well, for the love of Jees—what happened to you?" asked Mickey, as she came up to Pearl. "You needn't tell me—Big Boy—ain't I right?"
"Right—what are you drinking, Mickey?" asked Pearl.
"Whiskey—but how did it happen, and when?"
"Well, he is jealous of me—and he knew I was lying about last night, and so—he took a sock at me."
"Ah, that's lousy."
"Yeah—that's lousy, but she got returns at once," said Evelyn. "She has already moved to the Hussman, and what an apartment—and then the boy friend came in and handed her a bank book all her own, with a grand for her to check on—then he goes away tonight to the mine, and Pearl is going to be true to him till he comes back—like Hell."
"Well, that calls for celebration," said Mickey, as she drank her whiskey.