Raw Coffee, music and laughter, nasty mixture...

<SNIP>
>"Alright mr. Gelf." Dick told L'ontar. "Either you stop playing or
>you go to holdings cells. Your choice."
<END SNIP>
"Hey guys whats going on?" said Dean, stopping his playing and coming over
to see what was wrong. The other pary-goers, noticing a break in the music,
(if it can be called that) looked on.
"This man is accused of drunken saxophone playing." said one of the thugs.
"Oh, I thought he was doing an inspired solo." said Dean. "Whats he got to
do then?"
"Either stop playing or go to the holding cells for a night."
"Wait here a minute. Hey, HEY! someone fetch me some raw coffee, time to
have some fun..."
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