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patio on one of his ridiculous chairs, my back aching like no other. I peeled myself through the window and stood straight in their dining room, stretching my body to rid myself of the kinks.
              “Tom?” I heard from the kitchen.
              “Yeah, Cherry. It’s me.”
              “Where the heck did you come from?” she asked , laughing and rounded the counter.
              “You left me out there all night. Some friend you are,” I teased.
              “Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn’t have fallen asleep out there, goofus.”
              “I’m out of here,” I said, yawning.
              “What? Why? Stay for breakfast!”
              “Nuh uh. I’ve got to get ready for this party tonight. You guys are coming, right?”             
              “Now, that was a dumb question,” she teased. “When have any of us denied the chance to dance and party, my friend?”
              “I suppose that was dumb,” I said, straightening a stack of papers on her bar top. “See you,” I said, kissing her cheek and heading out the door.
              My apartment was a few blocks down from Charlie and Cherry’s. I’d lived in Austin for a year, yeah, but the label still paid my rent here, and I had a roommate who didn’t mind getting the apartment all to himself. I’d dropped my bags there earlier when he wasn’t home but could hear him in the kitchen when I walked in.
              “Tom?” I heard from around the foyer hall.
              “Yeah, it’s me.”
              “Good,” my roommate Matt said, meeting me halfway. He gave me a slap hug. “Thought I’d have to bring out the big guns,” he joked.
              “You got a gun?” I asked.
              “No - I...never mind. Come in, asshole. Haven’t heard from you in a couple of weeks. What’s new, man?”
              “Oh, nothing. Got a sweet deal from the label a few days ago. Going to Europe to scout.”
              “Damn,” he said, his cereal-laden spoon stopped halfway to his mouth. “That’s cool.”
              “Yup,” I said, heading toward the room I hadn’t seen in a while.
    “I had Sal clean in there. That cool?”
    “Of course,” I said, before closing the door behind me.
    My room was in perfect order and exactly as I’d left it. I brushed my teeth in my attached bathroom, threw on my workout clothes and headed out into the New York streets to run a few miles. Working out in New York was definitely different than working out in Austin. The air was very different and I was finding it hard to adjust. I went five miles before turning around and heading back home, unable to go further. In Austin, I’d run six before turning back. It probably didn’t help that I drank so much the night before. I’d come to be a lightweight. I only drank socially and usually had only one or two beers but that night I’d gone a little overboard.
    At home, I showered and tucked a towel around my waist before heading for my suitcases and dragging out a pair of boxers. I unpacked, putting everything up so I could see what I could scrounge up that was decent enough for the party. I was spoiled in Austin. It was such a laid-back city, there was no dress code for things like this.
    I couldn’t find anything, then decided I didn’t care. I threw on a pair of jeans and belt, stuck my wallet in my back pocket, making sure the chain didn’t hang weird, then picked a black t-shirt and hoodie and threw my green military jacket over that. I cleaned my boots up a bit and threw those on as well. Since I’d woken so late at Cherry and Charlie’s, and unpacking had taken forever, I’d lost track of time. When I looked at my watch, I was actually