Chapter Twenty-Four
Stage sheriff Phillipe popped his bald black head in for a quick visual inspection of the Green Room.
“Curtain up in five.” He raced off.
Gary grabbed at his back pack. “All right. It's on.”
He produced two shot glasses and a tall clear bottle. Come on girly boy. Hurry it up.”
The other comedians took an interest, except for Amanda Winters. Charleston swaggered across the room to meet the challenge, and he nodded as Gary poured the shots out.
The icy heat of the first tequila shot threw him backward.
“Oh, damn.” Charleston jolted involuntarily, and he coughed out. “I need a soda.” Uncertainty washed over him, and he reconsidered.
“No chasers. Grow a pair.” Gary already refilled the two shot glasses. “Go.”
Again, they drank. Again Charleston shuddered from the c
