The place was packed, which was typical on a Friday night. Bikers and cowboys were competing for buckle bunnies, leather ladies, and the occasional college co-eds who dared each other to visit the place. He didn’t immediately see Daisy, but he didn’t see Brenda, either, so that was something. Instead of going to the table where the others were sitting, he grabbed a stool beside Milo. “How’s it going?” Easy asked him. The old man brought up his hand and ran it through his hair. “Got a haircut.” Easy checked it out and nodded. “Supposed to help me pick up women.” The corner of Easy’s mouth turned up. “How’s that working out?” Milo shook his head. “So far, nada. The hens won’t pick up the phone when the cock is calling. So how are they gonna know about my new look?” “Maybe if you stopped calling them hens...”
