"Okay, honey. You go in there, get freshened up. I gotta talk to my partner here. Remind him to take it easy on your friend there." Max didn't mind making Johnny look like the heavy; either of them could have fit the bill, but Max thought of it first. He grabbed Johnny's arm to keep him from going too far with the one who'd picked him more than the other way around. He shooed the waif to go on. "Don't worry; he'll be there soon."
Max pushed the cowboy who currently wasn't to the wall, giving the girls a bit of a show and maybe to worry them a bit. This was a tough life they'd picked, and he had to play the part somehow. "Now you listen up..."
He waited a little longer to hear doors close before he gave Johnny an apologetic smile. "What the hell is your boy doing down there? I know I heard something about milking a cow.
I don't know how long they'll wait, but we could try slipping down into the madame's offices - find her personal space. Or we could try pumping these two dames for information. Though, we pump to hard, they're gonna cause a stink. Gotta say those girls probably know more than the cops give them credit. They hear more than you'd think." He was torn about the situation, then laughed. "Unless you want to take on both of them, and I go turn out the office."