Page 36 of Gold Rush

He giggled, as did Cosmo. “He’s just being honest, Gold.”

Goldie grabbed the back of Dean’s neck playfully, pushing him to the shower. “Big mouth, get in the shower.”

As soon as they were all gathered in the basement, they went over a few of their best routines, Abs and Haze tossing the practice bottles back and forth, while the mood soured. That was the routine that Hippy and Abs usually did together.

Mims asked Goldie on their way out of the basement, “Is he okay?”

Goldie didn’t have to ask who he was talking about. “He’s Hippy. He’s fine.”

Goldie took Dean to an early dinner, and when they got back to the pub, they saw it was already getting packed. It was way too early, but they rushed in and headed upstairs to see Abs running around like he was losing it, clothes slung over his shoulders andover both arms. “Head to your room. Your clothes are on the bed. All the people who are going to the show tonight are here for a pre-game, and they’ll be back after the show.”

“That explains it,” Dean said while running to Goldie’s room.

They dressed in the clothes Abs had laid out for them, both in tight jeans, and Dean in a blue mesh with a white tank under it, and Goldie with a gold satin shirt fully opened with a black tank under it.

They headed down with the others, and the night started at four in the afternoon. By the time the afterparty began, they were all tired as hell, but it didn’t stop them from putting on the best show they had in months. Liquor flowed, the kitchen was pumping out food, the noise of the crowd was deafening, and everyone was having a great time.

That’s why, when Haze picked up a tip that had been left at the bar for him, he called all of them around him to see the item left under the twenty-dollar bill.

“What the fuck?” Goldie said, though no one heard him.

The picture was of Hippy, tied and gagged to a wooden chair.

The End for now….