“How about bringing us two burgers, Hug. Onions, no pickles.”
Hutchinson was still distracted with the blonde girl, who had managed to extricate herself from his large grip and was in the process of snuggling up to him, her hand caressing his chest under his leather jacket. “Uh, pickles, no onions,” Hutchinson interjected, trying to back away from Alice. In doing so, he nearly fell over a barstool.
Starsky didn‘t seem to notice the two of them. “One, onions, no pickles; the other, pickles, no onions.”
Neither did Huggy as he scribbled on his pad. “And your beverage? Or are you gonna stick with beer?”
“We’ll have Coke,” Starsky decided.
Holding Sweet Alice away from him, Hutchinson swung a quick glance at Huggy. “Could you make that ice tea?”
“One Coke, one ice tea.” Starsky confirmed the order.
Huggy looked from one to the other. “Fries on the side?”
“Yeah, make it a double order for me, Hug, and onion rings, lots of onion rings.”
“Could I just get a salad instead?” Hands still extended in front of him, Hutchinson kept both eyes on Sweet Alice, just in case. He had managed to put a little distance between them, and he planned to keep it that way.
“One double order of fries, lots of rings, and a salad,” Starsky repeated. “Ya got that?”
The black man regarded them with upraised eyebrows. “Yeah, I got that,” he answered indignantly. “Is there anything you two agree on?”
Starsky looked at the blonde man as if there was nothing going on beside him then back at Huggy. “Yeah, make it snappy, we’re starvin’.”