"Mmm-hmm," Nicky grunted appreciatively as the waitress made her way over to their table.  He really was a hound-dog, that one.  

[color=darkred]"Cool it Nick."[/color] Red murmured under his breath.  The girl was probably half their age, she didn't need ogled at by two old has-beens like them.  Still, she was something.  Definitely not a classic beauty, but certainly bloody striking.  There was a bit of skin on show here too.  If he was about a half century younger he woulda clambered all over himself trying to get at her.  Then again, he woulda clambered all over himself trying to get at most women back then.  

He gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head.  It was really starting to seem like too long since his last. . . 

She smiled when she reached the table, a smile so forced it seemed like her teeth where trying to make an escape bid from her head.  Isn't that a wonderful way to make a man feel like a nuisance.  Not that Nicky noticed, but then he was constantly making a nuisance of himself, so what difference did it make to him?

"Oh I know how bad the fruit salad is.  Fruit salad is bad everywhere.  What I'm trying to do is convince my friend here to have the bacon"  Red sat in an uneasy silence as Nicky fired into his spiel.  Better to let him have his head when he got like this, because there was no real stopping him mid rant.  Instead Red slyly studied their server, noting with interest the scars on her knuckles and hands.  Fighting scars.  He should know, he had a sizable collection of his own.  His own hands, big as roast hams, lay outstretched on the table in front of him, weathered and gnarled as old oak boughs.  They'd got that way through a lifetime of hard living and rough fighting.  Some damn dark work went into getting hands like that.  

Just what did a young women like her have to do to get hers?

[color=darkred]"Nicky,"[/color] The big man said eventually, aware that he should make at least some attempt to distract his old friend and let the girl get back to work.  Of course Nicky ignored him, and just rolled right on with his own conversation.

"And so, when you bring it all down to basics, he just thinks he's getting to old for bacon, and that he should try eating more healthily.  Bull-hock if you ask me.  You're only as old as the women you're feeling, that's what I've always said.  So how bout' it, feel like helping an old man feeling a little younger?" He finished, with a sly nod towards Red.  The man himself had gone the very colour of his namesake.

[color=darkred][B]"NICKY!"[/B][/color] He hissed, [color=darkred]"I'm gonna shove my boot so far up your ass I'm gonna get arrested for tresspassing on foreign territory!"[/color] He quickly turned to the waitress, making the best 'I'm sorry for my maggots-for-brains friend here' face.  It was a pretty damn good face.  Nicky had given him ample opportunities to practice in the past.  

[color=darkred]"I'm sorry 'bout him Miss.  He think's he's funny, but he don't mean nothing by it."[/color]