Maelstrom Extra: Unscheduled

“No way,” Vic said. “He’ll never go for it.”

Bo frowned and tapped the tabletop with his fingers. “Sure he will. We’ve just got to pitch it right.”

“I’m telling you, Ricky will never in a million years try and book us a gig at the porn star convention.”

“Sure he will. We just need to accentuate the publicity benefits.” Bo reached for a notepad and pen. “For starters, we’ll be making new fans who know how to work the media. They have lots of money and like to party.”

Vic picked up the newspaper and read the article again. “Ricky will say we just want to glamour an easy meal.”

“So what if we do? It's an added benefit.”

“I like the idea,” Vic said, tossing the paper back onto the table, “But that kind of gig isn’t Ricky’s style. He’d rather book us for some wretched charity concert that’ll improve our karma.”

With a sigh, Bo conceded he had a point. “The human is kind of a prude in that regard.”

“So what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. Call them on our own and see if we can sell them on the idea without Ricky’s help?”

“Yeah, we could. Then again…”

Their eyes met, and Bo nodded understanding. “Agreed. It sounds too much like work.”

“What’s the date again?”

Bo reached for the newspaper. “Seventeenth and eighteenth.”

“They’ve probably already lined up their entertainment months ago.”

“But we’re not playing anywhere those nights.”

Bo flashed a wicked grin. “Crash the party?”

“Oh, hell, yes.” Vic stood up and smiled, flashing a bit of fang. “This might end up being the best gig we never booked.”