Larry was hardly surprised when Doug tossed his guitar into the back of the van with barely a glance at how it landed so he could return to the Ratt and the crowd of women waiting. For Geoff, Larry wanted to say, but let Doug find that out for himself. What was surprising was that Rob—Mr. Mullet, who still lived with his mother—hurried to do the same.
As he helped Geoff load the amps and synthesizers into the van, Larry muttered under his breath, “Yeah, none of those girls want any of that.”
Geoff laughed. “Doug seems to do well with the ladies.”
Larry rolled his eyes. “He talks a good game, don’t get me wrong, but his chances are fifty-fifty. He strikes out as much as he scores most nights.”
Together they hefted the last of the amps into the back, then folded up the handcart and tucke
