"B-rok," Nick said, grinning, "have you ever looked in a mirror?"
"Don't talk, Baby Fat Boy."
"Hey! I have some muscle!" Nick objected.
"Where?" Brian asked, looking him up and down with a critical eye. Then he looked Nick in the eye and they both burst out laughing.
The two friends were at a rummage sale in the Netherlands. They were on tour but had the afternoon off. Most of the stuff was very sixties. Nick had overheard someone saying it had belonged to a hippie and a relative was selling.
"It's not that ugly," Nick said, looking back at the lamp. He picked it up and examined it. There were some funky symbols.
"I'm getting it," he announced.
"Why?" asked Brian. "You're just wasting your money."
"Me?" asked Nick. "I'm no the one too cheap to replace an old waterbed that keeps springing a leak."
"Not always."
"No. Just when Leigh Anne's coming back." Nick held up his hand, pretending he was on the phone. "Nick, you have to come over here. My bed sprung a leak and Leigh Anne's getting back tonight." He looked at Brian. "Every time. And since when did Leigh Anne's bed get stolen?"
"She shares her place. At least I have a girlfriend," Brian shot back as Nick paid for the lamp.
"I'm hurt," Nick said, clutching his chest. "I'll get a girlfriend."
"Yeah. When hell freezes over."
Nick smacked him on the head and the two of them headed for the car where Marcus, a bodyguard, was waiting.
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