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"It's not a hangover, though I kinda wish it was." He held up the letter he had been reading. "It's from the people at Barrett-Frost. They saw the Vogue article, and I think they may have heard about Neiman's. They're saying I can't design under my own name while I'm designing their line. Apparently there's some sort of exclusivity clause in my contract."
Gothic skimmed the letter and frowned. "It looks official. I could have one of my family's lawyers look at it to make sure..."
"No, it's legitimate." Cola took back the letter. "I sorta knew about it, but all the stuff I've done on my own up till now has been so amateur that they just overlooked it." He sighed again. "Luckily, the advance from Neiman's will take care of my rent for a couple months. But it might be tight for a while."
"So you're going to risk it, then?" He smiled and kissed Cola lightly. "Good, cause I know you can do it." He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice, then wandered over to the cabinets to look for a glass.
Cola stood up and followed his boyfriend into the kitchen, where he leaned against a counter. "Y' know, if I was only paying half my rent, I would have to worry a lot less..."
"Huh?" Gothic stopped with his hand on the cabinet door's handle. "Are you asking me to live with you?"
"Yeah. But only so I can save money. Oh, and the sex." He leered at Gothic. "The rent for your place has to be sky-high, I bet, too. And I have a darkroom, and it's closer to work..."
Gothic laughed and help up his hands. "All right, all right. I'll think about it."
Katie Vieceli/5/27/2002 09:39:53 PM/#
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