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Charlie waited impatiently, shoulders hunched over the bar, nursing a whiskey and a grudge, for Ben to finish up upstairs with another one of his women. He looked up to Ben; worshipped the man. Nothing he wouldn't do for him. Finally he heard him, coming down the stairs. Ben walked over to the bar; sidled up to Charlie, sat down. Charlie felt like a live wire."C'mon." Ben's voice was a hoarse whisper as he put his arm around Charlie's shoulder, then rubbed his hand along his back."We better get."Charlie downed the last of the shot of whiskey.