“Three, four times a year.”
“Kind of a hobby?”
The question perplexed Amadpour. “I guess.”
Leventhal’s eyes slitted. “No way. We’re in it for the money.”
Milo said, “Capitalism at work.”
Amadpour said, “No, socialism—Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter.”
“What I’m telling you is we makemoney,” said Leventhal. “It’s business, okay? Forty bucks guys, twenty girls.” A glance at Amadpour. The smile a carnivore gets picking out a steak.
I said, “Girls pay less.”
“Ye-ah.” The unspoken word:stuuupid.“ ’Cause girls are worth more. They’re like a…guys come because a girls.”
Amadpour took that as praise and beamed.
Milo said, “The feminine mystique.”
“Huh?”
“So how many people showed up last Friday?”
Another shrug from Leventhal.
Amadpour said, “We didn’t count.”
“How about an estimate?”
Leventhal said, “Three hundred. Give or leave.”
Amadpour said, “Yeah.”
Milo said, “How much do you guys pay to rent the house?”
Leventhal said, “Why? You want to do competition?” Giggling at the thought.
“Just trying to get an overall picture, Todd.”
“We don’t know jack about what happened after.”
“I know but just for the report.”
“The report,” said Leventhal. He smirked. “They wanted seven I got ’em down to five.”
“Thousand or hundred?”
Both kids cracked up. Leventhal said, “You get a place for hundreds, let me know.”
Milo said, “See what you mean about bank.”
Amadpour said, “But we really basically do it for fun. And basically for practice.”
“Practice for what?”
“The future. I’m going to be an event planner and Todd’s going into finance.”
