One Last Class. Karen Mueller Bryson
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Chay looked puzzled.
“It’s a cross between a snore and a growl,” Zak explained.
Chay went back to the matter at hand. “With you in my band, we could really score with the babes. The dudes I've got in the band right now are butt ugly. It's a real horror show.”
“Thanks for the offer but I don't think joining your band is the answer,” Zak said as he picked up litter around the room.
“I heard the Kit Kat Club is looking for a bartender for the midnight to 6am shift. With you at the bar, I could score free drinks.”
“I don't think so.”
“Have you thought about real estate?”
Zak gave Chay a dirty look. When he spotted a nearly empty bag of Doritos on the floor and reached for it, Chay snatched the chip remains from his clutches. “I want those.”
“There's nothing left but crumbs.”
“They're still good.” As Chay poured Dorito crumbs into his pie-hole, he mumbled, “WadayadooborMaboobu?”
“What? Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to speak with your mouth full?”
Chay swallowed and repeated, “What did you do before you became a Malibu Boy?”
“I was a college student. I dropped out of my last class senior year.”
“That was dumb,” Chay said as he emptied the remaining crumbs into his mouth.
“Leaving school to become a television star seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Why don't you go back to school? College chicks are hot.”
Zak contemplated the idea for a moment.
Chay continued, “Plus they have dorms, Dude. That would solve your eviction problem.”
“Maybe, I can finally finish what I started.” Zak said thoughtfully.
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