Mary grimaced when she saw the boy watching them. Slater really ought to send someone bigger when Delia was in a state... She stood by and let her friend handle the unfortunate watcher.
"Delia--" the sound of Delia's head meeting the boy's was uncomfortably loud and Mary winced. "oh, are you all right?" she asked, moving to Delia's side. The boy had wobbled back toward them and Mary turned to smile sweetly at him just before she put a foot out. A whoof of air left his lungs as he fell straight on into a table full of raucous dockboys. "Come on, quick!" She grabbed Delia's arm and yanked her through the door while the offended party took it up with Slater's boy.
"The theater ain't far and the back windows are easy-peasy. A good rock and we'll be swanning out like princesses in no time," she whispered as she dragged Delia forward. The night air was clearing a bit of the gin-tinged fog out of her brain but not much. "You sure your head's all right?"