Dennis clapped his hands excitedly and quickly walked toward the door, not forgetting to boast to the club's bouncer, "Cool! Did you hear that? I'm off to hook up with a Californian-Mexican babe!"
After Dennis had left, Tommy took the cocktail passed to him by the bartender and gave a strong sniff at the mint leaves around the rim, letting the cool scent shoot straight up his nostrils to his brain; then, with a shake of his head, he said, "It's hard to imagine, with all the money I've made and turning into a rich man, I only truly feel happy screwing around in clubs like this that only poor bastards come to, with two idiot buddies."
"You said you'd introduce me to some legislators, and that's why I came to this backwater from New York. I know some of them have been in touch with you, especially those damn representatives from Florida and Massachusetts." Jim looked at Tommy. "So, you're not really planning to introduce me to any politicians in this dump, right?"