We walked towards our usual table to hear Duke talking heatedly on his mobile and by the look of things, he was hitting the bottle hard. “She still not taking your calls?” Diesel asked referring to the one sided conversation we just heard. Taylor and Duke had been shot at on Saturday evening resulting in them coming off Duke's motorcycle. Taylor was a great woman, she was perfect for Duke in every way but I wasn't sure if she was cut out for this kind of life. Since the incident she had ignored his calls and that's why he was sitting here alone drowning his sorrows. He wanted her as much as she wanted him but the two just needed to listen to their hearts rather than their heads and stop analysing every goddamn thing. Duke shook his head obviously not wanting to talk about it, “What are you doing here anyway?” he asked looking between the three of us. “We thought you may need some moral support.” Spike stated as he pulled an uneasy expression while looking up at the first auditionee trying to make her way up the pole.
