You say they're friends but you've never met?

Kicky, where do the women with loose morals hang out?

dive bars of NYC so i can impress kcky with my knowledge of said dives and there locations... oh and how to talk like a new yorker

My meeting with Kickycan

"We meet at Annie Moore's. Find it and be there at 7:30 sharp."

The words on the PM sounded like the angry bark of a bad dog, I didn't like the sound of it but luckily I had my speakers turned way down. I did an Internet search for Annie Moore's and found nothing, so I looked in my Zagat's, the compendium of all the better places to knock one back in the city, again zilch, so I called my friend Leo who was in town promoting a film of some sort.

"Annie's Moore's? Yeah, I know the joint, it's a rough place near the train station, it's run by this lower grade wise guy name of Kickycan."
"What kind of mob name is Kicky Can?"
"I don't know. I think they were trying something different the winter he was made, you know, give up with the Bananas and the Bull stuff. If you're going there to meet that guy, maybe I should send a few of my boys along with you."
"That's all right, " I said, " I can handle it."

I found the place alright and walked in the door at exactly 7:28 and at exactly 7:29 I picked myself up off the frozen sidewalk to find the face of the bouncer who had tossed me out the door about two inches from my nose.
"Alright," I said, "tell Kicky I got his message."
"Don't you recognize me, Joe? "

I took a good look at the mound of muscle in front of me, he had a sharp featured face without any visible scars, a strong chin and curly Adonis like hair piled up in kind of low rent pompadour. He grinned and covered the left side of his face with one massive hand.

It was Kickycan.

He swept me up with one arm and with the other pushed open the massive brass plated doors. "Annie!!" He bellowed, "a corner table with a couple of steaks and bring this guy whatever he wants to drink." He dropped me into a chair and stalked off.

I sat there wondering what I had gotten myself into when two women appeared at the table with plates, glasses and napkins. They were wearing the napkins. Introducing themselves as Ardella and Sue Saint Marie, they said that Kicky had told them to take care of me while he was gone to take care of some business. I replied that maybe I should be going, but the looks of their faces told me that that wasn't such a good idea. So I sat, had a couple of Johnny Walker Black's and about half of steak that must have been run over that morning by several eighteen wheelers.

Suddenly, someone smacked me on the back of my head, hard, I turned and in my face again was the Kick. He sat down and said "Let's talk."

Here's what we said :
"Is Frank as big a nut as I think he is?"
"Bigger"
"Who's hotter? Littlek or Paulaj?
"What do you care they are both out of your league."
"Is Gus real?"
"I'm Gus."

You'll have to decide for yourself which of us was asking the questions, right now I have to hitch a ride home with Sue Saint Marie.

Joe (not a word of this is made up.) Nation

lilK, I think Diane and I split cab fare once in NY. I know a bunch of us split cab fares in SF, routinely - we just zipped around the city, one or the other of three or four or five of us (yes, they let five of us in at once one time) picking up the fare on the meter as we flit around the town quickly. It all evened out and the fares weren't that bad to begin with.

Sometimes quicker than others.. there was that flying cab ride up and down the hills... wheeeeeeee!

(Plus we found NY very walkable. - I think I added up that I walked twelve miles my first two days, or maybe it was ten, but a lot.... and she and I took the bus and subway too. I was there six days, I think she was there about four.)