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took a pull from his beer and set the bottle on the table. “Anyway, it’s not as if I have options.”
    â€œAnd it’s not as though you advertise, either. When was the last time you went out to a bar?”
    Dan shrugged. “I don’t get lucky in bars — I just get drunk. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m no beauty.”
    â€œNo, Sugar, you are not, but you have a very tight, trim body the older boys love because it makes them feel like powerful daddies, and the younger boys enjoy because it makes them feel desired by a hot, sexy man. So everyone’s happy.” Donny looked askance at Dan. “What about you?”
    â€œDon’t be a spoilsport.”
    Donny glanced over at Ked again. “The boy was asking how come you and I don’t date any more.”
    Dan took another pull on his beer. “What’d you tell him?”
    â€œI said I only fuck white boys to hear them scream, and I don’t date you because I couldn’t respect you if I did.”
    Dan threw a hamburger bun at him. It glanced off Donny’s shoulder and rolled across the table.
    â€œAsshole! You did not say that. And as I recall, you’re the one who screamed on our dates. Good thing I told Ked not to believe a word you say about me.”
    â€œWell, I think I once told him his daddy was pretty sizeable for a white boy. He told me his mother said the same thing.”
    Dan laughed quietly. “Bastard.”
    â€œWhat? It’s true! It’s a monster.”
    â€œYou don’t need to tell my kid that.”
    â€œDon’t you want him to grow up to be proud of you?”
    â€œNot for that.”
    â€œSuit yourself.” Donny crossed his arms and turned away. He waited a moment before looking back. “So you and Miss Doctor are getting along these days?”
    Dan shrugged. “He’s unreliable and takes forever to return calls, but he’s great in the sack....”
    â€œAnd you say I reduce everything to sex!”
    â€œâ€¦ which you do … plus I’m going to meet some of his friends this weekend. Did I mention that the wedding we’re invited to is on a yacht?”
    â€œOoh! A yacht even!” Donny made a face. “The girl’s classy for a low-down bitch. Where’d she buy these friends?”
    Dan stabbed the air with a finger. “You are a total asshole.” But he was laughing.
    â€œIt’s my greatest charm....”
    â€œYou have no charm,” Dan said, emptying his beer. “One of the guys getting married is Bill’s oldest friend. They went to school together. Upper Canada College and a few years of university somewhere.…”
    â€œYou and your rich boys.”
    â€œI was still born in the gutter.”
    â€œAnd you’ll die there, if you don’t stop dating men like Bill. Like most poor folk, you confuse money with class.” Donny peered intently at Dan. “You used to be a regular prolie when I met you — rough around the edges and wet behind the ears — but somewhere along the line you picked up some pretty bourgeois tastes.”
    Dan snorted. “Really? And what about you?”
    â€œMoi?” Donny splayed a hand against his chest — Marie Antoinette before the tribunal, disavowing all knowledge of privilege. “I’m as middle-class as they come. Which is why you stopped dating me. It’s okay, though. I respect you now. But do tell about the wedding. It sounds very recherché.”
    â€œLet’s have some Scotch first,” Dan said, rising.
    Donny’s hand went up. “I’ve had enough for tonight. Haven’t you?”
    â€œMaybe.” Dan sat back and cupped his hands behind his head. “Anyway, I don’t know much about the wedding yet, but it promises to be fun. I’ve never spent an entire weekend on a boat before. Just me and Bill and a bunch of rich folk.”
    â€œRich white folk, no doubt.