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"Yeah?"

"I’ closer, glancing at his watch "But I’reat but"-l ckhis face for flaws-"maybe a little tired"

"If I called a car for you, could you go to Pylos-"

"Pylos? Hey, cool"

"-and pick hi so close I can feel his breath "I hate asking you but they’re all fairly wasted" He gestures with his head at Ta around halfway behind the steel colu over which video to watch "I noticed you didn’t really drink tonight," Bobby says "So I’"

"Well, I’ht," Bobby murmurs, momentarily far away

"So where’s this club?" I ask quickly, redirecting him

"The driver knohere it is," Bobby says "He’ll wait outside Pylos with the car just let the dooruest and Sam will be in the VIP roouest list?"

"Victor, this place is so fashionable you can’t get in even if you’re on the guest list"

"Hoill I knoho Sam is?" I ask hesitantly

"He’s Asian and small and his name is Sam Ho Believe me, you’ll know him when you see him," Bobby explains "He’s a little, uh, theatrical"

"Okay, guy" I shrug, genuinely confused "Who is he?" And then, "Are you guys planning to party later?"

"No, no-he doesn’t deal drugs," Bobby says "Haven’t you heard of Sam Ho?" Bobby asks "He’s a superfa

"Hey, don’t worry," he says "It’s not an i It’s in the script"

"Oh, I know, I know," I say, trying to assure him

"Here" Bobby hands"Give this to Sauys back here"

"Cool, Cool"

"I hate like hell to do this, man, but I’ yourself up I’ll go I’ve been wanting to go to Pylos since it opened-what? Four weeks ago, right?"