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too-careful highlights, face a bit too thin, eyes a little sunken and dry. It was a picture of a guy on the wrong side of thirty trying hard to remember twenty-one.
“I’m not surprised,” Noah said. “We hardly know each other, and what she knows so far, I doubt she likes too much.”
Bailey nudged Molly with his shoulder. “What do you say about that, sweet thing?” She looked embarrassed, and was rescued from answering by the arrival of the waitress with a round for the table. “Aw, come on, lighten up, everybody. I kid because I love. Here, look.” He picked up his shot glass and downed whatever brownish liquor it was filled with, then held up the empty in a toast of sorts. “Here’s to new friends, and maybe a new fan.”
Noah picked up his glass and sipped it. “I’m sorry, you said a new fan?”
“Yeah, man.” He held out his hand in introduction, and Noah shook it. “Danny Bailey.” He seemed to wait for a sign of dawning recognition, and got none. “Don’t tell me you haven’t seen the video.”
Noah blinked, and shook his head.
“Overthrow,
man, the video. It’s gonna bring on the total downfall of the whole frickin’ evil empire, thirty-five million views on YouTube.That’s me. I’m shocked, you really haven’t seen it? There’s e-mails about me flying around all over the Internet.”
“Well,” Noah said, “I guess I’ve got a really good spam filter.”
For a long moment the legendary Danny Bailey looked like he’d just been double-smacked across his face with the ceremonial dueling gloves.
“Down, boys,” Molly said.
Bailey let the air between them simmer just a little while longer. Then he smiled and shook his head, picked up the shot glass in front of Molly, drank its contents in one gulp, and got up to leave. He leaned down and kissed Molly on the cheek, whispered something elaborate in her ear, and then looked across to Noah.
“Lots of luck,” Bailey said.
“Hey, really, you too.”
With the other man gone Noah turned to Molly and tapped the lip of her empty glass. “Can I get you another one?”
“No, I don’t drink. That’s why he did that; he wasn’t being rude.”
“Oh no, not at all.”
“Danny’s a good guy, he’s just living in the past of this movement, I think. I’m not telling you anything that I haven’t said to him. You’ll see what I mean when he speaks tonight. He doesn’t have much of a BS-filter, and he gets people fired up about the wrong things, when there are plenty of real things to fight against. But, there’s no denying he gets a lot of attention.”
“Just my opinion,” Noah said. “but it’s a pretty informed one. You should be careful who you associate yourselves with. In PR we have a saying that the message is irrelevant if you don’t choose the right messenger. And it’s not always true, you know, that there’s no such thing as bad publicity.”
“I’ll take that under advisement.” She looked him over. “I’m glad to see that shirt fits you so well.”
“Yeah, I’m an off-the-rack medium-large,” Noah said, placing his bundle of wet things on the now-vacant barstool between them. “Thanks again.”
She nodded. “I’m happy you came. Now”—she scooted a few inches closer—“tell me something about yourself that I don’t already know.”
Noah answered instinctively. “I will if you will.”
Molly seemed to think about that for a moment. “Okay.”
“Okay.” He bit his lip as if in deep thought, considering what to choose as a first revelation. “I have an almost supernatural ability to tell when a person is hiding something.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do. While the other kids went to Cub Scouts I was sitting behind one-way glass eating M&Ms and watching about a million focus groups. I know people.” He thumped his temple with an index finger. “Human lie detector.”
“Prove it.”
Noah looked briefly around the bar and then settled on one man and studied him for a few
“I’m not surprised,” Noah said. “We hardly know each other, and what she knows so far, I doubt she likes too much.”
Bailey nudged Molly with his shoulder. “What do you say about that, sweet thing?” She looked embarrassed, and was rescued from answering by the arrival of the waitress with a round for the table. “Aw, come on, lighten up, everybody. I kid because I love. Here, look.” He picked up his shot glass and downed whatever brownish liquor it was filled with, then held up the empty in a toast of sorts. “Here’s to new friends, and maybe a new fan.”
Noah picked up his glass and sipped it. “I’m sorry, you said a new fan?”
“Yeah, man.” He held out his hand in introduction, and Noah shook it. “Danny Bailey.” He seemed to wait for a sign of dawning recognition, and got none. “Don’t tell me you haven’t seen the video.”
Noah blinked, and shook his head.
“Overthrow,
man, the video. It’s gonna bring on the total downfall of the whole frickin’ evil empire, thirty-five million views on YouTube.That’s me. I’m shocked, you really haven’t seen it? There’s e-mails about me flying around all over the Internet.”
“Well,” Noah said, “I guess I’ve got a really good spam filter.”
For a long moment the legendary Danny Bailey looked like he’d just been double-smacked across his face with the ceremonial dueling gloves.
“Down, boys,” Molly said.
Bailey let the air between them simmer just a little while longer. Then he smiled and shook his head, picked up the shot glass in front of Molly, drank its contents in one gulp, and got up to leave. He leaned down and kissed Molly on the cheek, whispered something elaborate in her ear, and then looked across to Noah.
“Lots of luck,” Bailey said.
“Hey, really, you too.”
With the other man gone Noah turned to Molly and tapped the lip of her empty glass. “Can I get you another one?”
“No, I don’t drink. That’s why he did that; he wasn’t being rude.”
“Oh no, not at all.”
“Danny’s a good guy, he’s just living in the past of this movement, I think. I’m not telling you anything that I haven’t said to him. You’ll see what I mean when he speaks tonight. He doesn’t have much of a BS-filter, and he gets people fired up about the wrong things, when there are plenty of real things to fight against. But, there’s no denying he gets a lot of attention.”
“Just my opinion,” Noah said. “but it’s a pretty informed one. You should be careful who you associate yourselves with. In PR we have a saying that the message is irrelevant if you don’t choose the right messenger. And it’s not always true, you know, that there’s no such thing as bad publicity.”
“I’ll take that under advisement.” She looked him over. “I’m glad to see that shirt fits you so well.”
“Yeah, I’m an off-the-rack medium-large,” Noah said, placing his bundle of wet things on the now-vacant barstool between them. “Thanks again.”
She nodded. “I’m happy you came. Now”—she scooted a few inches closer—“tell me something about yourself that I don’t already know.”
Noah answered instinctively. “I will if you will.”
Molly seemed to think about that for a moment. “Okay.”
“Okay.” He bit his lip as if in deep thought, considering what to choose as a first revelation. “I have an almost supernatural ability to tell when a person is hiding something.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do. While the other kids went to Cub Scouts I was sitting behind one-way glass eating M&Ms and watching about a million focus groups. I know people.” He thumped his temple with an index finger. “Human lie detector.”
“Prove it.”
Noah looked briefly around the bar and then settled on one man and studied him for a few
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