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Reveal: Two Velton Sluggers, covered in cheese and chili, and pile the onion on. AN HOMAGE TO RODRIGUEZ, HIS DECEASED FORMER DETECTIVE PARTNER.
You're really looking forward to this extortion/vacation money. So far, you've considered The Bahamas, New York City, and even the Swiss Alps. Then a few more years of this job, then retirement. Hallelujah! Finally! You work too damn much.
"Didja hear what I said, player? You brought me the money, right? 2 point 5 G's."
Jimmy gets up and looks at a TV screen across the room and darts his hands up, as if rehearsed: "Woooooooohh!! Hehehehehe, go Roiders!!! Yeahh, kill those ChickenCOCKS!!"
Nothing is happening in the college football game, but Jimmy's cheers received boos and hisses from nearly everyone in the bar, starting a lively Chickenhawk chant.
Then Jimmy elbows your rib and leans in, apparently serious, "you going for Chickenhawks tonight, or...?"
"What?????" Your face contorts and draws back.
"Just hand me the envelope, playa." You tell Jimmy, hand out. "Well? I'm waitin'." Your dry lips purse.
Waters holds his head down and to the side, with a hand pressed to his ear. He's crouched in that position for a few seconds, then blankly looks up and says "I'M HUNGRY!"
You put your hand down and look at him, deadpan expression on your face.
The Senior Detective partner that Seth Higgins assigned to you leans in and whispers, "We'll talk over the meal."
The meal comes after downing a beer each, and you are instantly repulsed by your order. It's exactly what you asked for: two veritable mountains of diced, pure white, shiny, putrid, awful ONIONS - atop two soft buns and boiled wieners with only nominal amounts of cheese and chili to distract you from the Bulbed Terror known as Allium.
You shake, then look up at Jimmy. Either minutes have passed, or he's hoggin' out as per usual. You think you know the answer. But actually you don't. Several minutes HAVE passed by, as you were lost in thought, staring at your plate. You feel cold.
From his 3/4 finished plate of Stroganoff, face still buried: "Aww, you got Sluggers? Nice! I'm jealous! Except, why did you get so much onion? Thought you hated the stuff. Hahahaha. ... ... ... Hey, you gonna eat those?"
