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    “But I'll see what I can pull.” He sighs. “I'll let you guys know.”
     
    Ben's voice suddenly sounds excited, “You've got a spot open out in The Wood Works.”
     
    Immediately I say, “No.”
     
    “Merrick―”
     
    “I said no.”
     
    “But come on,” he pouts again. “Look at that! We could kill.”
     
    “Or be killed,” I correct. “Or arrested. You know the rules Ben.”
     
    “I'll work on him.” Ben rolls his eyes at Vinnie. “But in the mean-time, put me down for Tuesday's race against Robin. Easy fucking money....”
     
    “Will do.” He nods and Shelby tosses him chalk. “Anything else? Wanna bet on the fights? Y'all need shots? Pills?”
     
    Quickly I deny, “Nah. We're good.”
     
    “Alright. I'll keep you posted if something comes up you're gonna want in on.”
     
    “Good lookin' out Vinnie.” Ben fist bumps him first and then me.
    Back upstairs, on the highest floor, the two of us, relocate to the bar Kameron is managing, where we buy rounds of shots for a couple different groups of females out doing the 'girls night out' thing.
     
    Why you ladies do Girl's Night Out then insist on doing things to pick up men? That doesn't make any fucking sense to me.
     
    Before I even down the first shot the fact that I'm just going through the motions rather than enjoying myself settles in again.
     
    It's the same shit every time we come. We buy drinks, women flock. They shake their asses or their tits, dangling themselves like bait on a hook, and we let them until there's one we wanna see in our beds for a couple hours. They know the score before it even starts. They're gonna get fucked and forgotten. And they're okay with this. They're okay with this! Why? Why be okay with letting us use you like fuck dolls? I don't even know what upsets me more. That they're okay with it, or that up until recently I was okay with it too. You don't have to give me that look. I know. My fucking emotions are up and down like a pregnant chick.
     
    “I know what you're thinkin',” Ben says grabbing his beer off the table, eyes plastered on the pair of females grinding against each other close to the railing.
     
    No he doesn't, but I have an idea what he's thinking. I'm sure you do too. You understand how fairly simple he is.
     
    Slouching down in my seat I reply, “Oh yeah? What's that?”
     
    “You're thinking about finding one chick. About settling down. About focusing on one fucking female. About falling in love or some shit. Like you thought you had with Rosalyn.”
     
    I raise my eyebrows.
     
    “Well, all that shit is stupid.”
     
    “Stupid.”
     
    “Mega-fucking stupid.”
     
    “Mega-fucking stupid,” I continue to mock him.
     
    “Yup. You want the 'right one'?”
     
    “That's the idea.”
     
    “So you want something that doesn't exist. She doesn't exist!”
     
    “How do you know she doesn't exist? How do you know that Ben? How do you know I can't have that? ”
     
    “Because that's...mega-fucking stupid!”
     
    See. Simple. And an idiot. Mega-fucking stupid isn't a thing.
     
    “Come on cuz. Why would you want that? Why would you want one pussy day in and day out when you can taste the rainbow?” His head tilts at the girls in front of us who are now attempting to seduce him by mimicking sex with each other.
     
    I've had a few threesomes. That's almost accurate for foreplay.
     
    “It's not just about pussy,” I argue over the music. “It's about what happens when the fucking stops.”
     
    “That's what you have us for!” He tosses a hand in the air. “Look, I know that you've got this weird fucked up impression that love is real and exists and will change your life or some bullshit, but the perfect girl would have to exist for that to be true. And she doesn't so....let it go.”
     
    “Again.” I roll my head over to him. “How do you know?”
     
    “I just do.”
     
    “What if she does? What if...” the sentence seems to die, much like this