Vanessa called down to the old, grizzled man at the other end of the bar. “Don’t get yer panties in a twist, Red, I’ll get to ya in a minute!” “I’d have to be wearing panties to keep them out of a twist.” “Well, that’s better than that ass floss these broads wear nowadays.” “How would you know what broads are wearing? The last action you probably saw was World War II, geezer.” “Ha! I got stories that would make yer hair even curlier than it is now, missy, an’ don’t you ferget it.” Lucie laughed at the typical back and forth between Vanessa and the owner of the bar they’d been coming to since college. Fritz was more like a lovable uncle to them, but that didn’t mean their humor with each other didn’t cross into faux flirtation and dirty jokes. He was the quintessential dirty old man, and they adored him. After Fritz served them their tap beers in large glass steins he kissed the fingers of both his hands and placed one on each of their cheeks. “There.
