“You know what we need in here to make money?”
“What?” Lana asked angrily.
“What we need in here is a animal.”
“A what? Jesus Christ.”
“I ain cleanin up after no animal,” Jones said, bumping his mop noisily against the legs of the bar stools…
“Look in the paper, Lana,” Darlene said. “Almost every other club on the street’s got them an animal.”
Lana turned to the entertainment pages and through Jones’ fog studied the nightclub ads.
“Well, little Darlene’s on the ball. I guess you’d like to become the manager of this club, huh?”
“Well, remember that,” Lana said and ran a finger along the ads. “Look at this. They got a snake at Jerry’s, they got them a snake at 104, a baby tiger, a chimp…”
“And that’s where the people are going,” Darlene said. “You gotta keep up with things in this business.”
“That’s a lot. Since it’s your idea, you got any suggestions?”
“I suggest we vote unanimous agains changing over to a zoo.”
“Keep on the floor,” Lana said.
“We could use my cockatoo,” Darlene said. “I been practicing a smash dance with it…Come on, Lana. Give me and the bird a chance. We’re boffo.”
“It used to be the old Kiwanis types liked to come in and watch a cute girl shake it a little. Now it’s gotta be with some kind of animal. You know what’s wrong with people today? They’re sick. It’s hard for a person to earn an honest buck.” Lana lit a cigarette and matched Jones cloud for cloud. “Okay. We audition the bird. It’s probably safer for you to be on my stage with a bird than on my stools with a cop. Bring in the goddam bird.”