But then Sly let herself hear the hum of youthful conversation. That was what made The Armadillo what it was, and what made it one of her favorite places to hang. In other bars, the patrons would have been boasting of their conquests—sexual and otherwise—of the night before, yapping on about sports, arguing over politics, trying to score whatever was most on their minds at the moment. The Armadillo had some of that too, of course. But most of the conversation was about biz. A very special kind of biz.