Gigi circled above two men in floral shirts.
They carried a bag of beer, their arms slung over each other's shoulders as they walked toward an oyster stall.
The pair ordered a dozen oysters and sat on low stools.
The man with glasses pulled two bottles of beer from the plastic bag and tossed one to the crew-cut man beside him.
As they drank, they scanned their surroundings.
"That chick isn't out yet," the crew-cut man grumbled.
The man with glasses took a few gulps of beer and clapped his companion on the shoulder. "Relax, the chick comes out almost every night. If not tonight, we'll just wait for tomorrow."
"Connor is such a wuss," the crew-cut man couldn't help but rant. "We ask him to join us in getting a piece of this girl, and he says he doesn't have the nerve."
"Forget him." The man with glasses pulled a betel nut from his pocket and tossed it into his mouth. "If he's not coming, that just means more fun for the two of us."
