A Friend Who Takes Advantage: Dwight and the Bartending Gig
Greg straightened his frame slightly and, putting on his serious face, he announced to Steve his big news. “Dwight called. He's got a wedding reception today and needs a bartender. You up for it?”
“Yeah, sure,” Steve replied as he leaned back on the couch and stretched.
“You sure you want to do that? He still hasn't paid you for the last two,” Greg said quietly as he looked at Steve.
Steve sighed. “Yeah, he's an old friend. I always give him the benefit of the doubt.”
Greg was slightly unsettled but continued to talk. “Frankly, I think he takes advantage of your good nature. But he’s your friend.
“Anyway, Dwight said he called your phone. Said you didn’t answer. So much for an old friend if you’re too busy to return a missed call. What, you too busy stalking to answer? Afraid you might forget to put on the call blocker, and another millionaire might set his dog on you?” Greg asked sarcastically.
Steve tried to focus on the computer screen. He finally gave up and got to his feet. “Hey, man. It’s no big deal. I always get plenty of tips at those things, and the referrals will carry me until he does pay. Besides, there are usually moneymen at those things. Ah, crap! I can’t find my phone. I think it dropped when I was running from that dog.” Across town along the street of Millionaire’s Row, King sat chewing on Steve’s iPhone.
Back in Steve’s apartment, Greg was resigned to help his friend. “So, how ‘bout it, my man? I get your attention about the gig? I know you’re always looking for ideas. I’ll drop you there on the way to my next showing.”
Steve waved a hand in the air. Without looking up, he said, “Great,” and headed for the door. Greg coughed to get his attention. “Ah, Steve, you might want to slip some shoes on first, no?”