Flynn grinned. "Of course they’re in! This is going to be one of the greatest biopics of all time. Plus, we've got our swashbuckling adventure. We can't lose with these two films.”
Between Flynn and Mickey, their enthusiasm was contagious.
"I'm in," I said.
"Woo-hoo!" Flynn howled with joy. "I love it when a plan comes together." He smiled and lifted his glass to toast. "The power of life and death is in the tongue. Speak your reality into being. I declare this a box office hit. So shall it be! We’re going to make a movie, boys."
We clinked glasses and sipped the lethal margaritas.
The suits would handle the fine points of the deal next week.
My phone buzzed with a call from an unknown number. I was hesitant to take it, but did anyway. “This is Deputy Wild.”
“Deputy?” a woman with a silky voice said.
“Yup. And to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?”
“It’s Crash. Remember me?”
“How could I forget?” I said. “But I can’t call you Crash. I have another friend named Crash, and that could get confusing.”
“You have a friend named Crash?” she asked, surprised.
“How about I call you Skids?”
“No.”
“Reckless?”
“No. I’m not reckless. Motivated. Aggressive. Competitive. Not reckless.”
“Well, I’ve got a bike in the shop that says otherwise, but I’ll let that slide for the moment.”
She huffed.
“Slide. I think that fits.”
“Well, the reason I was calling…” She paused. “I, uh… I wanted to apologize. It was my fault.”
“You’ve already apologized, haven’t you?”
“I reacted poorly. I watched the replay. I lost grip and came in too hot on a bad line.”
“I bet that was painful to admit.”
“It was.”
“Well, thank you. I appreciate that.”
“I’m not done. Apologies are bullshit without an offer to make the situation right. How about I pay for the repairs to your bike?”
“Not necessary. We all sign waivers before we go out there. It’s part of the risk.”
“At least let me buy you lunch.”
I lifted an intrigued eyebrow. “I could be amenable to that.”
"How about tomorrow?"
