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Two plates of Eggs Benedict were placed in front of two men.
"I forgot to say, here in Gotham if you don't specify they'll give them to you on the Jersey side."
"It's alright. I like them this way."
"I forget you aren't trade like me. No, Charles, you're aristocracy."
"Trade, Alan? You?" A snort of disbelief. "And you know the only aristocracy I am is of the twilight kind, which you are as well."
"Why I-!" Vinyl creaking.
"I'm just ragging you, though I do know we're in cahoots in more than one way."
A gulp of coffee. "Perhaps. Though, I've run out of gas with jockers and seafood."
"Perhaps you should stop playing checkers and whistling dixie. Settle down."
"Why, Dr. McNider are you dropping pins?"
"I could be, if you don't find me too much of a drip."
"You're a real wolf, Charles."
They broke into laughter at the mere thought of him being sexually aggressive. Their pinkies touched across the table. (The waiter politely pretended not to notice or hear. Nances like them had to stick together).
"If nothing else, we ought to get together more often. No masks of any kind."
"That would be swell."