Jake Randolph in "Requiem For A Stripper" Pt. 102

Minga went beddy-bye as I let go of him and he slid off the filthy bar and down onto the filthy floor.

One of his goons was reaching into his jacket for something, presumably not a stick of gum, but I beat him to it with something in my jacket that wasn't gum either.

"Okay, boys," I said as I backed toward the front door. "You tell Minga that if he still wants to tango I'll have my dancing shoes on any time he's available."

I didn't turn until I got out the door and made for my car...