[Sneaky little shit. Sometimes the old man wonders if Freddy can look on into his head. Sluggishly he rubs up that freckled back.]

Depends on how busy it is in the front.

[Of course he'll have to explain more. Larry smirks a little to himself and appreciates those licks. His lips were feeling dry.]

If it's booming then yeah. I'd have you right on in my lap in a booth and nobody'd be the wiser. They'd think you were drunk and just groovin'.