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nothing but a blindfold. Of course, she thought Drake would be waiting there alone, but instead found Link, Marcus and I. Anyway, Allie’s a great girl and a fucking Pulitzer-prize winning writer, so it’s totally understandable that Drake wants to explore the possibility of a long-term relationship with her. She also has the best, most spectacular tits I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen an awful lot of tits in recent years. So of course we find ways to kid her and Drake about them every chance we get.
    The player introductions start and we settle back to watch the game. Marcus is the clear star of the home team, but he still gets as many boos as he does cheers because sports media has deemed him a selfish player. It’s blown way out of proportion, but it’s true that once the ball hits his hands, it seldom leaves them unless he’s shooting. A video surfaced on YouTube titled “MJ2 Doesn’t Like to Pass,” and it features play after play of Marcus taking ill-advised shots while teammates are wide open. Despite him hitting half of those shots, the video still makes him look bad. To make it worse, he despises the nickname MJ2, which a sportswriter gave him during his lone college season at Kentucky because he was supposed to be the second coming of Michael Jordan, an impossible label to live up to.
    Tonight Marcus is on fire and racks up twenty-four points and eight rebounds by halftime against the hated Boston Celtics, not to mention a fierce slam on an alley-oop pass that gets the crowd on their feet. Of course, Marcus rewarded the teammate who’d set him up for that highlight play by ignoring him the next trip down the court, despite his open look from the three-point line, instead tossing up a bad shot from nearly behind the basket. Lucky for the Lakers, he’s a gifted scorer and the coach overlooks his selfish play because without Marcus, the team wouldn’t have a chance.
    At halftime Drake and I go to take a leak. Standing side-by-side at the urinals, I look over and say, “So can Allie actually feel that tiny thing when you’re fucking her?”
    Drake retaliates without hesitation. “Yeah, and so did your mom.”
    Hey, I never said our jabs at each other were literary. After we’re done, we grab a drink at the Hyde Lounge bar to talk business for a moment. Drake knows Link is keeping Allie company.
    “Cheyenne Parris’s team is raising a stink about you making so much more than her for Texas Flood ,” I say. “She says it’s not fair, since your screen time is about the same.”
    “Cheyenne can’t open a film like I can,” Drake says. He’s right. His name alone is enough to make back a budget for the producers and the studio in the opening weekend. “Who’s handling her?”
    “Her manager is Mona Simmons.”
    “Never heard of her.”
    “And Claire Jarrett is her agent.”
    He nods. “Did they take the demand to Jackie?”
    “Yeah, we all had a meeting about it yesterday,” I reply. “Me, Mona, Clair and Jackie. Jackie’s in their corner, too, though I’m not sure why. The producers won’t increase the budget, so she asked me to talk to you about giving seven million of your salary to Cheyenne to make things even.”
    Drake raises an eyebrow, so I reassure him. “Don’t worry, I told her I would pull you and T.J. from the film before I’d ask you to take less. She said I didn’t have the balls to do it, and I told her she’s an expert on balls because she licked so many on her way to the top.”
    Drake almost spits his bourbon. “You really said that?”
    “Yeah, and Jackie stormed out,” I say. “Then I wanted to piss off Claire, so I had this Mona Simmons chick meet me later at the Melrose Star and fucked her in the men’s room, then made sure Claire found out.”
    “Nice touch. Were she and Jackie pissed?”
    “Don’t know yet, but I will soon. So I’m guessing you don’t want to give seven million to Cheyenne, then?”
    He smiles and says, “Cheyenne’s all right.