“Who’s that?”
“Your friend Joey Mazotti. Remember how you gave me his business card?”
“I do. What happened?”
“I ended up calling him and he wants to have a Plaster lubricant party here. Plaster is picking up the food, decorations, DJ, and advertising bills. It’s all promotional, of course. All I have to do is fill the place with queers and sell the alcohol. He says I’ll make a killing for the evening. I’ll make profit on the drinks, and a portion of the lube that’s sold.”
“Sounds like it’s going to work for you.”
“Thanks to you it is.”
“Good to know. Glad I could help.”
Some issue in the bathroom has come up and Hal’s pulled away by a second bartender. I finish my cocktail, make light conversation with Mitch, find out that he’s in a long-term relationship with a man named Maxim, a p
