"Are you sure we have to go to this thing?" Michael asked Frank, his manager.

"Yeah, Buddy, I know you're tired and you've had a long day, but you won a couple awards. You've gotta show appreciation," Frank said, straightening Michael's white pearl and gem adorned jacket.

"Yeah, okay. Hook me up with a great party right after. Something low key. Nothing big." Michael said, eyeing himself in the mirror.

"You got it, boss." Frank said.

-

"Hurry the fuck up, Liz! Shit." Jimmy pounded on the bathroom door.

Elizabeth rushed out of the restroom, hair neatly sprayed down with hairspray with a bow pinned to the side.

He grabbed a handful of her ass and whispered in her ear, "And just who are you planning to see tonight?"

"Stop, Jim. You know I'm working tonight. Are you gonna come to my show?" She crossed her fingers hoping he would say no.

"Sorry, babe, I can't. You know I gotta stay home. Cops are hot this summer."

"Oh," She tried her best to sound disappointed. "Maybe next time?"

"For sure, kitten. Go down to the Shack and get me a six pack." He said, going into the bathroom.

Elizabeth sighed, "You have four left in the fridge!" She immediately regretted her words.

Jimmy stepped out of the bathroom, slowly, zipping up the zipper to his jeans. "And I said to go get me another six, Liz."

She nodded her head and walked out without another word.