cries back. "We need your services."
"Looking for trouble?" Madison smiles.
"Something more immediate," Price shouts back.
"Of course," Madison shouts and then, coolly for some reason, nods at me, shouting, I think, "Bateman," and then, "Nice tan."
A guy standing behind Madison who looks a lot like Ted Dreyer is wearing a double-breasted shawl-collared tuxedo, a cotton shirt and a silk tartan bow tie, all of it, I'm fairly sure, from Polo by Ralph Lauren. Madison stands around, nodding to various people who pass by in the crush.
Finally Price loses his cool. "Listen. We need drugs," I think I hear him shout.
"Patience, Price, patience," Madison shouts. "I'll talk to Ricardo."
But he still stands there, nodding to people who push past
"Like what about now?" Price screams.
"Why aren't you wearing a tux?" Madison shouts.
"How much do we want?" Price asks me, looking desperate.
"A gram is fine," I shout. "I have to be at the office early tomorrow."
"Do you have cash?"
I can't lie, nod, hand him forty.
"A gram," Price shouts to Ted
"Hey," Madison says, introducing his friend, "this is You."
"A gram." Price presses cash into Madison s hand. "You? What?"
This guy and Madison both smile and Ted shakes his head and shouts a name I can't hear.
"No," Madison shouts, "Hugh." I think.
"Yeah. Great to meet you, Hugh." Price holds up his wrist and taps the gold Rolex with his index finger.
"I'll be right back," Madison shouts. "Keep my friend company. Use your drink tickets." He disappears. You, Hugh, Who, fades into the crowd. I follow Price over to the railings.
I want to light my cigar but don't have any matches; yet just holding it, catching some of its aroma along with the knowledge that drugs are incoming, comforts me and I take two of the drink tickets from Price and try to get him a Finlandia on the rocks which they don't have, the hardbody behind the bar informs me bitchily, but she's got a rad body and is so hot-looking that I will leave her a big tip because of this. I settle on an Absolut for Price and order a J&B on the rocks for myself. As a joke I almost bring Tim a Bellini but he seems far too edgy tonight to appreciate this so I wade back through the crowd to where he stands and hand him the Absolut and he takes it thanklessly and finishes it with one gulp, looks at the glass and grimaces, giving me an accusatory look. I shrug helplessly. He resumes staring at the train tracks as if possessed. There are very few chicks in Tunnel tonight.
"Hey, I'm going out with Courtney tomorrow night."
"Her?" he shouts back, staring at the tracks. "Great." Even with the noise I catch the sarcasm.
"Well, why not? Carruthers is out of town."
"Might as well hire someone from an escort service," he shouts bitterly, almost without thinking.
"Why?" I shout.
"Because she's gonna cost you a lot more to get laid."
"No way," I scream.
"Listen, I put up with it too," Price shouts, lightly shaking his glass. Ice cubes clank loudly, surprising me. "Meredith's the same way. She expects to be paid. They all do."
"Price?" I take a large gulp of Scotch. "You're priceless..."
He points behind him. "Where do those tracks go?" Laser lights start flashing.
"I don't know," I say after a long time, I don't even know how long.
I get bored watching Price, who is neither moving nor speaking. The only reason he occasionally turns away from the train tracks is to look for Madison or Ricardo. No women anywhere, just an army of professionals from Wall Street in tuxedos. The one female spotted is dancing alone in a corner to some song I think is called "Love Triangle." She's wearing what looks like a sequined tank top by Ronaldus Shamask and I concentrate on that but I'm in an edgy pre-coke state and I start chewing nervously on a drink ticket and some Wall Street guy who looks like Boris Cunningham blocks my view of the girl. I'm about to head off to the bar when Madison comes back - it's been twenty minutes - and he sniffs loudly, a big plastered jittery grin on his face as he shakes hands with a sweaty stern-looking Price who moves away so quickly that when Ted tries to slap him in a friendly sort of way on his back he just hits air.
I follow Price back past the bar and the dance floor, past the basement, and upstairs, past the long line for the women's room