Saloon

      J#*49 nudged his partner in the ribs. “I think one of them is smiling at me. What do you think? Should we try to pick them up?”
     Z+*18 swung his huge body around to see the two women sitting at the end of the bar in the Last Chance Saloon. He wiped his pink sweating face with two paper towels, then dropped them on the bar. He swung back and glanced up at his yellow companion. “I don’t know. They’re both ugly as the females on alpha six.” He glanced at the women again and smiled. His three green teeth glowing under the fluorescence lights. “And when they are that bad looking, they’ll go with anyone.”