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"Patience-hey, you’re only twenty-three, what’s the rush?" Bentley asks, patting Brad’s thigh, giving it a tight squeeze, which relaxes Brad, causes hihtly "It’ll take arette into an ashtray He stands up

"How do I know you’ll co up at hi the Prada bag into Brad’s lap "Just hold on to it"

"Will you please hurry?" Brad says, grinning "We’re in dire need of stimulants"

"You look just like Jon Bon Jovi," Bentley tells him

"So I’ve been told" Brad smiles proudly

"That’s whatfro around in his chair

"I’ll be back," Bentley says, brushing dots of confetti off Brad’s shoulder "I’ll be back" The Arnold Schwarzenegger impersonation doesn’t work a second time and Bentley, who actually doesn’t think Brad is half bad, silently cringes

"What’s that?" Bentley asks, having noticed the crude drawing of what looks like a leaf and a nun for a tattoo I want to get"

"Why the nu

"It’s my favorite number"

"I think it’s nice you have one"

"And see?" Brad asks "That’s a leaf"

But it’s tiiven across the boulevard, eically parked, caeous, baby," Brad says, kissing Bentley lightly on theat the Prada bag