He watched Armando put his drink down and slink away. Where the hell was he going? Johnny thought suspiciously.
So. Much. Fun!
"Aw, but I thought we had something good," Bianca teased on the other side of the line.
"Don't fuck with me right now," Johnny ground out. He was in the middle of a delicate operation and she was messing with him? "This had better be something good," he warned.
"We were worried when you didn't check in. What's going on?" she asked, all business now.
Johnny glanced over his shoulder and whispered. "We're having a work party. Employees only. You can't come."
Bianca whistled under her breath. "Shit. You be careful. I'll check in with you on Friday." She hung up before he could tell her to stay the hell away.
Glancing over Armando's shoulder, he saw Big Louie watching them. Goddammit Armando, he thought furiously. "What do you want?" he asked brusquely.
He felt bad for Armando... He'd been raised with deadbeat parents that hadn't cared how much trouble Armando had found himself in. He thanked his lucky stars every day that his dad sent him off to military school to straighten him out. He might've turned out exactly like Armando. He shuddered. God, that was a scary thought!
"Yeah, what do you wanna know?" Johnny asked, playing the part until Big Louie stumbled away.
Wait? Stumbling? Johnny glanced back over towards Big Louie. Was he drunk?
She saw Armando's jaw drop as he looked her up and down.
She loved those looks. It let her know she still had it.
Johnny ignored her. She just wouldn't take 'no' for an answer!
"Hey Slick," he said, greeting the others at the table, "Red."
Johnny chuckled under his breath at Slick's maidenly protests. Sucked when the shoe was on the other foot, didn't it?
Nearby, Slick laughed in earnest. "Oh boy, Butterfingers. You sure do have a lot to learn about women. Bambi, anytime you want to flash your headlights my way, you feel free," he added with a wink.
"Just the 'Help Wanted' ads," Johnny quipped. "Been thinking about getting a job in the Law Enforcement."
Butterfingers burst out laughing, slapping his knee. "That's a real humdinger, Remmy! You, a police officer? That'd be the day!"
"Lights out, pretty boy," she told him, pushing him away from the boss' girl.
Red pointed towards the bunk, "Bedtime, Casanova," she said sternly, shooing him away just as Johnny entered the kitchen.
"We'll finish our 'talk' later, sweetcheeks," Slick promised.
Red shot him a deadly look and he hurried away while Bambi stomped off in the other direction.
Red smacked his shoulder. Hard. "Oh please, you're such a man! I can't believe you'd fall for her blonde plastic barbie-doll looks!"
"Oh yeah? That's not what I heard," Red snickered, crossing her arms.
Johnny's head whipped up. "What?" he asked with surprise. "What did you hear?" Did she have some info about Mackenzie's disappearance?
Red shrugged, "Just that you got caught in a bar between two blonde, big-chested bimbos." Red said, cupping her hands in front of her chest a few inches over her more petite frame. She laughed when his jaw dropped down. Poking him in his chest, "So I think she's exactly your type! And if you know what's good, you'll keep your hands to yourself!"