Tom entered first, shining his light. Spit-shined boots glistened in the lights beam. Naked women adored the place, sharing the wall space with State and American flags, and the cots were made up neatly with hospital corners on them. Tom shined the light to the far wall. There was a mountain of beer, all perfectly stacked, neat like everything else in the place.
Lets just take four or five cases.
Let's not be greedy. Maybe there'll be confused or accuse each other of drinking too much. I learned that from growing up in the city and in all them brick building's where you 'd never know who or what you'd run into. I always wore Italian shoes that made a lot of noise. Otis give some beer to everyone so no one will fink on us.