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“I get that But sootta be made You wanna be serious about your music, then you need to onna be easy”

“What do you know about either?”

“Truth? I don’t But I’ve booked enough bands in this joint now, that I got enough of an education on the subject just by servin’ them drinks and listenin’ When I’m bored I’ve asked questions Look, it can’t hurt to contact him”

“And if he’s not interested?”

“Then he ain’t interested We’ll find soure shit out With that and with everythin’ else, too Just gonna take a little time and patience”

What he didn’t have patience for was getting Syn under hi-tired as he was

She cupped his face in her hands and pressed her forehead to his “I don’t kno to thank you,” she whispered

“Got an idea,” he whispered back with a grin

She straightened, cocking her head “What?”

He shook his “Soon as I get a chance, gonna show you But not tonight And, so you know, it ain’t what you think” He grabbed his glass of whiskey and downed the rest of it Then he wrapped his ar those aentle squeeze “You too tired for a quick gaet our ht and ill happen in the future Even if for a little while Then we can head up and pass out”

She shrugged “It depends on how aggressive the gaets”

“Baby, this gay to do much else

“Well, I could use a little practice”

When she brushed her thurabbed it with his teeth and bit down gently

After he released it, he said, “Yeah, gonna keep it sionna teach you more complicated shots”

She leaned in again, ainst his lips