Page 24 of Catfish

“What kind of party?”

"I can call you with more details at a more appropriate place. My wife wouldn't approve of such a celebration, and I'm sure she'll be speaking with you in regards to a formal gathering for him, but we'll keep this one between ourselves."

My phone vibrates in my clutch, and I give Mr. Montgomery a fake smile. "We'll be in touch then. Enjoy your party." He raises his full glass to me and saunters away, leaving dollar bill signs in my wake. Because I'd charge him a fuck load of money before I ever brought prostitutes to a party with my name stamped on it.

“Appetizers are ready to go when you give the word,” Sadie announces back at my side. “What did the mayor want?”

“To talk about a possible event for his son.”

“Really? That’d be great.”

Sure it will. Just wait until you get the details if I decide to do it.

"We'll talk more about it later," I convey, giving her a quick smile. "More people are coming through the door, and I want to get those appetizers out."

I open my clutch to grab a few business cards to lay out on the appetizer trays when I remember my phone buzzing just a few minutes ago. Throwing my password in my phone, I find a message from Chase.

Perfect timing for a distraction.

Chase: Looks like I owe you those cookies, Sox.

I knew that Boston won last night, but I was too busy to claim my bet with Chase to even rub it in. I fell asleep on my couch watching a movie and woke up to a "triple or nothing" text from him. I didn't even get a chance to respond back to that either.

Me: I can’t wait for them, thought you were going to try and get out of that one.

Chase: I always settle my bets like a gentleman.

Me: How noble.

Me: Sorry I wasn’t able to respond back last night. Time got away from me, I passed out, you know the drill, I’m sure.

Chase: All too well. Don’t worry about it.

Chase: I only stared at my phone all night waiting for you to text me back.

Me: I highly doubt that. Wanna bet you have girls flocking to your side every moment of every day?

Chase: Not really a bet, it’s a fact.

Chase: Do they sell repellent for something like that?

Me: Any cologne by Bod is pretty awful. I suggest wearing that to tame the women down.

Chase: Noted. I’ll have my assistant pick some up.

Me: Oh, Yank...you have an assistant? You’re a snob.

Chase: I told you I was an asshole who went to Yale.

Me: The "snob" part you kept out, but I'll keep talking to you until I get my cookies.

"Rea," Sadie chants behind me. "Did we order any Dalmore Whiskey? I had a woman rush up to me asking me for some. She appeared as though if I didn't give it to her, she was going to be beheaded or something."

"I don't think it was Dalmore's, but we do have whiskey."

“God, I hope for her sake it appeases her boss.” I survey the crowd of people talking amongst themselves.

“Who wants it?”

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