...good graces. There was something about that Hazzard dude, and Mookie was starting to wonder what he was doing sitting in a windowless building wearing a poorly knotted necktie in muted florals, singing "kingdom melodies" that sounded a little like hijacked Bach.
Ah yes, Cookie. Her hand was so warm and soft... and whup, there it goes.
Cookie jerked her hand abruptly out of Mookie's slightly damp grasp, gave him a glare and leapt up, stalking to the back of the hall as if she had a tail to switch. She walked up to an older, grey-haired man with a sizable paunch who was leaning on the back counter watching Hazzard being frogwalked out the door by two farm-boy types. As she whispered in the older man's ear, Mookie could see her looking his direction, frowning and gesturing towards him. The old guy nodded once, started down the aisle toward Mookie, and....