day in bed.”
“You’re the one who’s always telling me to multitask,” Del reminded him. “I’m not a gambler, Perry. The last time I was in Vegas was when I played here in college.”
“Not a gambler, huh?” the editor grunted. “So how was it again you fleeced me for forty bucks in last week’s poker game?”
Del moved the razor in circles over one cheek, then the other. “Look, a friendly poker game with the guys to drink beer and shoot the shit is one thing. Out here you’re talking hard core. These people are up all night. Everything I own reeks of cigarette smoke.” He ran the razor along his jaw.
“Switch that thing the hell off, will you? It’s buzzing in my ear like a mosquito.”
“Bitch, bitch, bitch.”
“Me? What about you? Anyway, you were getting stale. I figured something different would shake you up.”
Del snorted. “Hardly. You just wanted to distract me from the newsroom job.”
“Newsroom job?” Perry repeated innocently.
“Don’t give me that. You know I want to apply for that opening in the metro section.”
Perry sighed. “Del, you’ve got a good gig here in sports. Why do you want to gum up the works going after an entry-level reporter’s job?”
“You just don’t want to have to break in a new writer.”
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