A target is needed. Bates' eyes roam around the bar until they settle on Angel, who is standing at least twenty feet away, talking to another of the dancers. Bates places the quarter on this thumb and steadies himself. He tilts his wrist back as if cocking a gun, and lets the quarter fly. The quarter spirals through the air until it lands with a thunk on the bridge of Angel's nose.
Angel gives a surprised yelp and looks around the room.
The country club set is laughing. Bates blows lightly on his thumb. Angel looks at Bates, who gives her a satisfied grin. She walks toward him, and the barflies start to move out of the way. Angel slams the quarter down on the bar, stares at Bates and spits on him, cursing him in Spanish before leaving the bar full of fury.