bosky waited patiently since there was nothing else to do at the moment , and kept his expression agreeable , disguising his feeling that this one , and the black curly haired friend who was only a shade smaller and less developed than the blond , but powerful looking just as well , and growing no less drunk and obnoxious , reeked of money , more money than bosky would ever know , or ever see in his lifetime , and probably had done little work to earn it , if they had ever worked at all , that is .