“Anyone else?” she asked the group who were accepting paper bag lunches from the crew of the vessel.
“Anything painted by that Van Gogh guy. Didn’t he cut his own ear off because he was in love with a chick who didn’t love him back?”
“What a loser,” one of the other guys interrupted before she could speak, “if a girl doesn’t want you there are a thousand more to be had.”
“Funny,” the other boy shot back, “the only one of us who couldn’t get laid with a wad of cash in a whorehouse seems to think women who might actually be interested in him are a dime a dozen.”
Liev had to bite his lips together from snickering aloud as Briar hushed the group. “I like that kid,” he said to Samira.
“Eric, be nice! Give me another example of how an unexpected emotion can be inspirational.”
“Musicians wr
