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sake…why not?”
    “Because, he’s not exactly the guy I had the hots for all of those years ago. He’s hardcore now, Susie.
He drinks like a fish, and I suspect he does a lot of drugs too.”
    “Do you want to marry him?”
    “What?”
    “Marry him! If not, then why not just screw around
with him some more?”
    I had my reasons for worrying about the outcome of
getting into any kind of relationship with an addict, but I didn’t feel like
expounding on them at the moment. Instead I said, “For one thing, he’s a
finalist on the show now, and it’s against the rules. I could lose my
internship.”
    “If they find out, but if you’re just having fun
with the guy, you can do it at our place or his. No one else needs to know.”
    “Yeah, but I’ve heard that the press goes out of
their way to try and find these things out. Especially
because of the big scandal last year. I don’t think I should risk it.”
    Susie was looking at me with that look that said I
didn’t take enough risks, as she said, “You’re not going to be young forever,
Elly. One of these days, you’re going to wake up and be fifty years old and
you’re going to wish that you had taken a risk or two when you were young. It
might be too late then.”
    She was probably right, but what I might also regret
at fifty was losing the job opportunity of a lifetime for a night of hot sex
with a virtual stranger. As good as that was, I doubt it was worth all that.
    “I’ll think about it,” I told her.
    She rolled her eyes and said, “ Gimme some of those chips.”

 
    CHAPTER
EIGHT
    TRISTAN
    We finished our set at the most recent dive bar
Mitch had booked for us. He was on cloud nine when he heard I had made it
through to the finals of Fresh Voices ;
little did he know that the first thing I was going to do when I won all that
money was fire his ass.
    “Hey, you going out
tonight?” Les, our bassist asked me as we packed up the equipment.
    “I was thinking about heading over to the Gold Mine
for a while,” I told him. Besides the fact that it was the only strip joint in
the city with women who looked like they were under the age of forty, I had a
guy who lived close to there that sold me the best coke I’d ever tasted. I
planned on hitting him up on my way to the club.
    Les was curling his lip. “I think I’ll hit the Mayan
tonight. I feel like dancing, and maybe taking home a real girl.”
    “Alright dude, keep it covered, I’ll see you
tomorrow night.” Les took off, and Billy drove Brad home to the old lady. I got
on my old, ’95 Harley that I’d bought cheap off some tweaker a few years ago and headed out to Santa Monica Blvd. I turned off two blocks
before I got to the club and pulled up in front of Marco’s apartment building.
I’d already told him I was coming, so he met me out front. It was a quick sale,
and as he headed back inside, my phone rang.
    “Yeah,” I answered it.
    “Hi,” a sweet little female voice said. I had no
idea who it was, but maybe it was someone who was looking for a party.
    “Hey there,” I said.
    She laughed. “You have no idea who this is, do you?”
    “No fucking clue,” I said.
    She laughed again and said, “It’s Elly.”
    “Oh, hey…I was just about to guess that.”
    “You’re full of shit,” she said.
    “Yeah, that’s true. How are you?”
    “I’m good. I thought you might want to hang out
sometime.”
    I looked at the vial in my hand. I wanted to see her, but tonight I also wanted to get fucked up. I didn’t know
for sure, but I had the feeling that wasn’t something Elly would be up for so I
said, “ Yeah, sounds great. I can’t tonight though;
I’m…practicing with the guys. How about you come by my place Sunday night?
We’re playing again tomorrow night, but Sunday I’m all free.”
    “I can do Sunday,” she said. “Where do you live?”
    I gave her the address. When I hung up, I had a
twinge of regret that I had to wait two days to see her. I did one spoon of