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Pickle pushed him out of the gynaeconitis. “Go to the VIP room, make an appearance. They will chit-chat about you whether you go up there or not, it’s not every day a new team shows up.”
Hector sighed as he was being pushed along. “Okay, fine. I’ll go.”
At the door, he found the world’s biggest and friendliest bouncer, a top-heavy man with a suit by the name of George.
“Hey, man! What’s up,” Hector said cheerfully.
“Everything is fine, Mr. Troy,” George said, being professional. He patted him down a bit too harshly.
“Something’s up. What is it?” Hector said as he was being manhandled like a toddler.
“Something…” George said, as he was tugging Hector’s pants around, “happened at that party at the Pinups, as you might recall…”
“Yes. What about it?”
“And someone, inv
