Lugs disabled the alarm with the magnet points and I slipped the lock and we were in.
“Nice place,” I said, looking around. “You ever eat here?”
“You fucking kidding?” he said, unscrewing the cap off of the jerrycan and dripping homemade napalm across a row of booths. “All my money goes to the track.”
“I came here once,” I said, “when I was kid. I dated this rich girl. Her father wanted to take my measure.”
“Yeah? How’d that work out?”
“Not so hot,” I said as I uncapped the flares.
“Gonna be hot now,” smiled lugs. “You ready?”