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and an opportunity to become full-fledged partners should things go according to plan."
        "Sounds tempting," Frank said.
        Charlie stood up. "I gotta go bang a piss. While I'm gone, you guys figure out what you can offer me."
        "What do you think?" Frank asked when Charlie was out of earshot.
        Gus watched Charlie cross the bar. "He's like a fucking car accident. You don't wanna look but you can't help it."
        "The bastard's doing exactly the opposite of what Paulie said he'd do. It's a finesse job."
        "No shit." Gus removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "He knows Paulie told you he'd be full of shit, so he's trying to disarm us by parading out the honesty routine."
        Moments later, Charlie returned. "Tell me something. What demented motherfucker thought up the urinal?"
        "Just don't eat the mints," Gus cracked.
        "I like this guy," Charlie said to Frank. "I need another drink, anybody seen the waiter?"
        "He's out spending your tip."
        Frank cleared his throat, pushed his chair away from the table a bit, and crossed his legs. "Back to business."
        "You're up," Charlie smiled.
        "We're in the booking business," Frank began. "We work nightclubs, mostly small to medium acts. It's a decent and steady business, but to tell you the truth, it's reached its limit in terms of growth. We need a big act; something we can tap into that has the potential to grow as big and as quickly as we can. Wrestling is hot right now and seems to be an obvious choice because over the next few years it's only going to get hotter."
        "There's a lot of money to be made," Charlie agreed.
        "Charlie, listen, I don't claim to be a big-shot with all the answers, but I can tell you a couple things I do know. A good deal of business is image, and there is and always will be strength in numbers. One man, however talented and experienced, does not a company make."
        "True enough."
        "I can offer you booking services for the ECPWL. I can also offer a cash investment that will better secure both of our positions in the business while also eliminating some of your own expense. We can discuss terms and actual figures once I have a better understanding of your company profit structure. You primarily sell shows to high schools, colleges, and a handful of state fairs. I can put people in place who can handle all your booking and sales needs, but I can also offer… support."
        Charlie smiled. "You mean the well-muscled kind?"
        "I do."
        "If we grow that becomes essential," he admitted. "Right now I'm small enough so I don't step on anybody's toes, but once I expand that'll change. Without sufficient support, as you put it, we'll hit a wall."
        Frank finished his drink with a single gulp. "That's what I can do for you, Charlie."
        "Sounds good so far."
        "Of course, there are conditions."
        "I'm all ears."
        Frank sat forward, let his forearms rest on the table. "If I'm to restructure my company and make an investment in yours, I have to have some guarantees to protect my interests. One, I need an exclusive booking deal. My people and only my people sell the ECPWL. Two - "
        "Hold on." Charlie lit another cigarette. "How can you expect me to give you an exclusive when I have no idea if you can even sell my product?"
        "I'm willing to accept a three-month trial."
        Charlie saw the waiter, signaled him and ordered another round of drinks. "What happens if during the three months you sell nothing?"
        "Who does your booking now?"
        "I do."
        "And how many shows do you normally sell in a three-month period?" Frank asked.
        "Two shots if I'm lucky. It depends on the time of year."
        Frank nodded confidently. "If we don't deliver at least two shots in a three month span of time, I will personally pay you what you would've pulled