Free Fall (Pyramid of Gold)

Later we ended up in the university's cafeteria for a late supper.

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'That was top notch, Nel!'

Dylan was cradling a cup of tea with some honey in it, talking with exhausted care.

'Just perfect. And you too, guys. Good job!'

Claire threw a fry at him.

'Shut up and drink your tea, Elvis.'

Ted was spinning an unlit cigarette between his fingers again. He chuckled and gave Dylan a pat on the shoulder.

'Thanks, man. I liked it, too. My previous crew? During rehearsals, they mostly spent time trying to impress groupies. I had a suspicion that the band existed just to attract chicks.'

He smiled.

'Not that there's anything wrong with attracting chicks. What is your band called, anyway?'

Claire shrugged.