Focus Page #2

I tap you here, I steal from here.

I step to here...

- You're not gonna slap my face, are you?

- Why?

You would if you knew

where my hand was.

Okay, I get it. I get it.

You get their focus...

...you can take whatever you want.

You be safe.

So why do I like this place?

Lots of space. Doesn't open

for a month or two.

We can tie into multiple lines, diffuse

our footprint, keep hopping DNS addresses.

Plus military-grade fiber.

How many bathrooms?

Fat-Ass Farhad is flying in.

- Two, coed. He still got irritable bowel?

- Yep.

Man, he should do a cleanse.

Horst, he is a 400-pound Persian.

He is not gonna do a cleanse.

Where you been staying? Hyatt again?

Yep. I love the brunch.

- You should stop by.

- No, no brunch. I'm doing a cleanse.

The horses are in the gate.

And they're off!

- Hyatt Rewards card, in my wallet.

- Admit that you're impressed.

I got your wallet and I found you

all the way down here.

Please. World Series, Final Four...

...the Sugar Bowl, Super Bowl,

any big event like this is sucker central.

Well, I still found you.

That's gotta count for something.

So how many Hyatts did you have to go to?

All three, five times each.

- I want in.

- Maybe I'm just here to watch the game.

I asked around who ran the game in Harlem.

The Limehouse Kid is your grandfather.

Bucky Spurgeon is your father.

"Father" is a very generous term.

And you're Nicky Spurgeon.

They call you "Mellow."

- I'm all crewed up, sweetie.

- Come on. Please! Can we...?

Can we just...?

Can we skip the part where I speak

through thinly veiled allure...

...and lead you to believe there's some

earth-shattering hump in the works?

Because I suck at that kind of stuff.

I just want in.

- No earth-shattering hump in the works?

- No.

- I don't even get "thinly veiled allure"?

- No.

No baby voice? No lingering eye contact?

I am hopeless.

- That's all my favorite sh*t.

- I'm sorry.

Can I suggest that you learn?

Professionally.

Well, I mean, you could...

You could show me...

...in your room?

- That is so bad.

- Is it?

- Does it feel sexy on your face?

- A little.

It does. Okay, let's go.

- Wait, where are we go...? Wait, am I in?

- No.

- This is Horst.

- Hello, Jess.

- Hi.

- Nicky told me you were coming.

- You're such a dick.

- Ha-ha-ha.

Yeah, he gets that a lot. Let's go.

What are you, a size 4?

Why do I have to wear this?

No one looks at your hands

when you got that working for you.

- I can't breathe.

- First, we stick to rich folks.

And no one with a cane

or a wheelchair, it's bad luck.

Tommy's the shade, Gareth's the stick.

All eyes on me until I make the mark.

Once I fan him, I tug my lapel.

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