Clyde laughed, and really it could have been at anything. Just watching the women sort of take control of the bar, or at least some small portion of it, was very interesting. He gave Mike a wink and a nod; any sign would do really, even just a hint.
"Drinks! Yes! It is time to get nice and drunk." Clyde walked over, taking a look at the seating arrangement. Where oh where would he be sitting? Honestly he hated sitting in booths; they were very rarely roomy enough for the big guy.