"Nah," Bobby says at once, not even bothering to look over at the woman currently occupying his bed. "She's just a regular chippy, you know? Fun for a coupla hours and then you wondered how the hell to get rid of them in the morning. She'll most likely be a clingy one, I always get the clingy ones, why is that? Guys don't cling. I should go home with more guys, 'cept every time I say that it sounds wrong in my mouth a little, and people glare at me so maybe I should only say it to you and when I'm on my own."
He shrugs at that last part. It's never bothered him, the gender thing, it can't when you're that happy most of the time. Although he counts himself lucky all of his wives caught him with other dames rather than guys. He doesn't like being the subject of gossip even if he's happy to print it.
"Come on, come on, man, you gotta give me something from tonight, some little teeny tiny fact," Bobby holds up his fingers very close together even if John can't see him, "some little dropping of interest, there's always something I can use, come on, any of our boys from City Hall in, any new faces dancing to new music?" Even a little tidbit would be worth an inch or two, Bobby can spin it out and he can't remember much of what he heard at the party.