The weariness of days on the road and the scent of airport bars clung to him like some unwanted traveling companion. He tossed his keys on the counter and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. Pike strolled into the kitchen, pulling a worn Toadies concert T-shirt down over his head. “Heh, well, look who it fucking is. He returns. All hail the King of Douchebaggery.” Foster shot Pike a murderous look. “Fuck off, Pike. I’m not in the mood.” “Oh you’re not?” he asked with a sneer. “Well, you know what I’m not in the mood for? My goddamn friend who disappears and then doesn’t answer his fucking phone for a week.” “I told you I’d be out of town. I wanted to be alone.” “Or with Bret.” He scowled. “She only hung around for the first part of it. We had some business to handle.” “Yeah, I bet.”
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