Watching the Dark Man sitting at the bar, glaring into his drink, and Elle decides it's time to get a bit of chow for the hound. Standing, she brushes some errant dog hair from her faded jeans and walks to the bar.

"A couple of doubles to go, please." she says, and in an aside to the young man with the violin, in her best Bogey,"You better go ask that girl to dance, if you don't you'll regret it, maybe not tonight, but soon, and for the rest of your life.." The young man smiles and goes over to the ponytailed girl at the window, and he gives her a kind of "Aw, Shucks" look, they join hands as Dusty Springfield comes over the jukebox.

Elle turns around to find Blondy standing there with a sideways smile and an outstretched hand. She notices the bit of grease around his fingernails, but takes it anyway.

Slow couples mix on the floor of the 'Joint.
You don't have to say you love me
Just be close at hand
You don't have to stay forever
I will understand
Believe me...

Blondy moves his hand from low on her back and pressed the silver chain into her hand. It is still warm. She tells him "Keep it, with any luck you won't need it again."

As the song fades on the jukebox, her order is called up. As an afterthought, she reaches her finger into the collar of his t-shirt and pulls him close, a quick peck on the cheek and she is out the door as the lights are fading. The slow-dancing couples hear the roar of an engine and a muffled whoop, as they ride into the night. The girl, the black dog, and the barrel of Susan's potato salad that's been out in the sun too long.