Edie pictured Rocco sliding down in his seat. “You should get to the gym, you know that? You could tighten up those arms.” A dish suddenly shattered.
“Shit,” Rocco said.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll call housekeeping when we finish dinner.”
“We’re still eating?” Rocco sounded genuinely confused.
“Let me top off your drink,” Marcy said.
“You gotta drink, too,” Rocco said thickly.
“I am. See? This is my champagne.”
“It’s spensive,” he said. “I can afford the best. You know how much money I’ve made?Millions,” he slurred. “What you need to do, Marcy Marce Marce, is to invest your money.”
Marcy didn’t speak for a long moment—so long that Edie cringed hearing Rocco slurp his scotch. “What?” he asked blandly.
“I did invest my money.”
“Yeah?”
Another long pause. And then, “Riiight. Yeah, that didn’t work. But you know, you have to be prepared to lose money if you’re going to make money. You’re so pretty.”
“Thank you. You also should be prepared to face the consequences if you lose, right?”
“Egg-sactly.”
“My nana is always saying things like that. You reap what you sow, that sort of thing.”
“Smart old broad.” Rocco snorted a laugh.
“But don’t you feel a tiny bit bad about what happened?” Marcy asked sweetly.
“What happened?” Rocco asked dumbly.
“My friends and I invested a lot in your crypto.”
“What?” The sound of another dish breaking. “Oops.”
“I’ve got it,” Marcy said. “Watch where you step.”
“Babe, you can’t blame me forthat. I got nothing to do with the price of crypto. It is what it is.”
“Yes, but—”
“You should have invested in thecasino. This is going to belit. Crypto king, right here.” More stumbling, the sound of chair moving.
“Tomorrow, right?” Marcy asked.
“Transfer tomorrow, at the stroke of midnight. It’s crypto time, baby. Having a big celebration in the Nest. Bands, booze … and something else. I don’t remember. You should come.”
“I’d love that,” she said, and Edie heard more liquid being poured.
“Hey, no more for me,” Rocco said, his words thick and slurred. “I’m really drunk. You wanna dance?”
“Ido.”
What followed sounded like dogs were running around the room, knocking things over. Rocco was apparently bumping into furniture and the table.
