"Hi," said the leader of the three, looking up. "What do you want, Janie?"
"Oh, nothing," said the girl, tossing her pony tail back over her shoulder. "But I'll settle for a coke."
"Be my guest," said Danny Grissome, digging a dime from his pocket. "But be a doll and drink it at the counter, hey?"
"What's the matter? My company not good enough for the big shots?" She sniffed, but accepted the dime.
"Your company's fine," said Grissome. "But we're busy——man-type busy. So later, hey? Later."
The boys watched her flounce sensuously through the archway separating the back room from the front section of the store, and knew as they watched that she was fully aware of their eyes on her. Danny's tongue darted over his lips; he sighed.
"Man, I gotta get me some more of that. But not now. We got things to talk about now. Important things, right, Art?"
Johnson tore his eyes from the girl. "Uh, yeah, Danny. Sure. Anything you say."
"That's right. Anything I say. And don't you creeps ever forget it."
"So who's arguing?"