Longbaugh loomed over his glass of bourbon like a panther about to pounce. His young associate Mr. Parker slouched against the bar, eyes all over a chubby brunette getting sweaty on the dance floor.

Longbaugh followed Parker’s eyeline. His eybrows went up slightly; for Longbaugh, that was an expression of shock. “Seriously?”

“Reminds me of my 10th grade Math teacher,” Parker said, taking a pull from his beer. “Used to stroke me off during lunch hour…”

Longbaugh went back to his drink. “Yeah. Pretty sure I don’t want to hear anymore of that.”

“Hi, I’m Kelly,” The brunette slurred, joining Parker and Longbaugh. “Never seen you at The ’Bees before.”

“Passing through,” Longbaugh grunted. “On business,” Parker added.

“So, whaddya guys do?” she asked, sidling closer to Longbaugh.

“I’m Sundance; he’s Butch. We rob banks,” Longbaugh joked.

Kelly snorted into her Long Island. “That’s funny! I work at a bank, you know.”

Parker and Longbaugh shared a look.

“Kelly,” Parker said with a smirk. “You don’t say.”