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her at Orpheus
Studios. God knows what he'd promised them to make the deal. She didn't
know and she didn't care. It was her turn to shine. Her turn to get the
recognition. She'd given up her acting career for Larry, and now it was
time to get it back on track.
    She stood outside the restaurant waiting for the valet to bring her
car - a metallic blue Jaguar that Larry had given her on her last
birthday.
    In her mind she was just as talented as her famous husband, and it
was about time the world realized it.

Chapter Three
     
    'We gotta plan your bachelor party,' Brian Richter remarked, as he
finished rolling a joint. 'Or rather
I
do. All
you gotta do is gimme a night, and leave everything else to me.'
    'No party,' Evan Richter answered stubbornly. They were sitting
around a long table covered with scribbled-on script pages in a hotel
room in Arizona, where they were on location for their current movie,
Space
Blond
.
    'Why not?' Brian said, lighting up the rolled joint.
    'I've been a bachelor forever,' Evan said, annoyed that he had to
explain. 'Did enough partying to last a lifetime, so what've I got to
prove?'
    'You gotta be shittin' me?' Brian said, with a disgusted look.
'Bachelor parties are the only sane reason for getting married. If
you're gonna lock yourself up in pussy prison, you may as well fuck
your balls off before your old lady
cuts
'em off.'
    'You're sick,' Evan muttered.
    'No.
I'm
normal,' Brian retorted, dragging deeply on his
joint. 'You're the fucked-up member of the family.'
    'It's a tragedy we weren't separated at birth,' Evan muttered,
wishing it were so.
    'That would've suited me just fine,' Brian retorted. 'And I'm sure
Mom wouldn't've minded.'
    The Richter brothers. Fraternal twins. Totally unalike physically.
Evan, quirky and nice-looking, but no hunk with his spiky brown hair
and lanky frame. Whereas Brian was all piercing blue eyes, beach-blond
shaggy hair and a hard body. In spite of Brian's bad-boy habits - which
included gambling, drinking too much, drugging a lot, and
indiscriminately sleeping with a variety of nubile females -he was in
excellent shape.
    The Richter brothers. Hot properties in Hollywood. Hot and
unpredictable. Some thought Evan was the one with all the talent
because he appeared to be more serious than Brian. But Brian was the
one with the best ideas. And Brian was the one who came up with the
main story line and wrote most of the scripts. While Evan kept it all
together, handled the financial aspects, could unfailingly close any
deal, and made sure their movies came in on time and usually under
budget.
    The Richter brothers were always arguing. It amazed everyone who
came in contact with them how they were able to maintain such a
successful working relationship. Bicker, bicker, bicker. Day and night
they went at it.
    Often they threatened to dissolve their partnership and go their
separate ways. But usually sanity prevailed, because why mess with
something that was making them both more money than they could ever
have imagined?
    'How is dear little
Nicci?' Brian asked sarcastically. 'Still calling
you six times a day?'
    'We alternate,' Evan muttered, wondering why he was even bothering
to explain.
    'Bullshit,' Brian said disbelievingly.
    'How come you're always on her case?' Evan responded, frowning.
    'Cause she's nothing but a needy kid.'
    Evan glared at his brother. 'Like
you
date adults,' he
said.
    'I
date
'em, don't marry 'em,' Brian pointed out.
'Marriage is for old people who can't get it up.'
    Fortunately, Teena, their script assistant, rushed into the room,
speaking into a cellphone. Short and in her thirties, she was an
eccentric-looking woman with hair like straw, decorated with various
coloured clips and slides, plus a bold blue streak. Her round face was
made more so by the addition of huge wire-rimmed glasses, and she had a
prominent snub nose.
    'What's up?' Evan said, happy for the interruption, because he was
not about to get into a discussion about why he was