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jacket didn’t even have a brand name―it was that cool. He’d bought it at a flea market, having spotted its potential from the other side of the street. His jacket had started more conversation pieces than any navy blue Armani suit ever could. Also, he didn’t want to give up his jacket because he wanted a place to put his hands in case he ran out options for them later.
    “Thank you,” Ester graciously handed over her silk Gucci black sparkling blazer without hesitation, revealing a plunging cream neckline attached to smart slick cream pants.
    Bobby thought a dress would have been more appro priate for the job hunting his date intended to do that night, but he wasn’t about to tell her. No wonder her career hadn’t shot off. She took herself far too seriously.
    “I’m good, thanks,” Bobby dug his hands deep into his pockets to demonstrate, and turned his attention to the dining room where a large gathering seemed to occupy all the available space. He cleared his throat and led Ester towards to the sparkling crowd.
    He hadn’t taken two steps before a passing waiter offered him a Martini Bianco with two slabs of lemon. Bobby accepted it gratefully and took a long sip, enjoying its sweet flavor as he played the room with his eyes.
    He raised his eyebrows to a vaguely familiar woman; winked and smiled to a man he was sure he should know the name of but didn’t; raised his glass to the producer of Devil Take You, Mark Eklaman; and sent another wink to Amanda, the wife of the interviewer for Yes magazine.
    H e’d been to a few of Amanda’s parties, and in return his interviews had always gone well. Tonight she was ravishing in a clinging white cocktail dress that swept the floor and ran a slit so high up the side, Bobby was sure she couldn’t possibly be wearing any underwear. She was forty-eight, or so rumors had it, but she didn’t look a day older than desirable. Even his thoughts were cliché, Bobby realized with a jolt.
    “She’s a looker,” E ster whispered in his ear.
    Bo bby was glad she was there. Maybe he would tell her about wearing a dress instead of pants after all. “She’s someone you want to keep as a friend,” Bobby whispered back.
    “A good friend?” Ester busied her eyebrows up and down. Bobby didn’t like the insinuation. Maybe he wouldn’t tell her about her dress.
    “ Not a good friend, no. Excuse me a second, Ester, I have to say hello to Jason.”
    E ster sulked as Bobby moved away. She watched the back of his head distance itself from her, and she thought that perhaps she should stop trying to figure Bobby out and help herself to another free drink.
    Jason was a good person to use as an emergency exit because he was always open to company and easy to like. He was one of the cameramen, and Neil always treated cameramen with respect, inviting them to fancy parties whenever possible. Jason’s specialty was close-ups, but unfortunately that didn’t give much of an opener for small talk.
    “Hey Jason, what’s up?”
    “Bobby! Good to see you, man. How’s the rest time going?”
    “Good. Nice work by the way.”
    “Yeah, I don’t think they cut too much. I got you good in that last scene.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Yeah!”
    “So… Anything happening now? …Any movies you’ve been called for?”
    “Some. But I want to do do cumentaries now. This guy I know is going to Australia, and he’s, like, going to do insects. I think I’m in for that.”
    “Sure, plenty of close-ups.”
    “Right!”
    “ Ookay, I’m going to get a refill.”
    “Hey, me too.”
    Bobby did not want to go to the bar with Jason. What, were they bromancing now? Think! “Um, you go ahead. I’m going to ask Ester what she wants.”
    Thankfully, Jason had the goo d sense not to mention that Ester’s drink was full.
    Bobby sauntered purposefully back to his date.
    “So, was it interesting?”
    “Hmm?”
    “Your chat?”
    “With Jason? Yeah, he’s a really good guy. I hear he’s going to do this