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intently with Lex.
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    “Hasn’t been on a date for over two years. The last guy,” Jack slurred. “. . . he was a pervert, a real cree p. Just watch it, she’s my little sister, dude . ”
    “I suppose it’s too early to propose.” Lex quipped, finding the young man beside him amusing in his heavily intoxicated state.
    “Whoa? ”  Jack raised clumsy hands as if to stop a charging horse.
    “Easy, kid .” Lex joked, patting the boy’s shoulder, his heart lighter than it had been in what seemed years. “Do you believe in fate, Jack?”
    “I believe we make o ur own fate, good or bad.” Jack’ s aqua eyes became hardened stones. “If you’re after my sister, let me give you a little advice . . .”  He leaned forward, as if offering Lex some persuasive tidbit. 
    Lex leaned down, so that hi s head was level with Jack’s
    “Dude, you hurt my sister, you’re dead meat. Understand?”
    Lex remained frozen, unsure of how to respond. It was gothic, pure mob mentality, almost hilarious in its morbid insinuation. And yet, as Lex looked into Jack’s eyes, he realized in that brief instant that Jack Kelly meant every word. His eyes were stone cold sober, no longer lost in the haze of cocaine, or whatever the kid had used to get through the evening.
    “And I have a word of advice for you.” Lex straightened. “Stop reading my publicists fables. I’m not the same Lex as the creature on stage. I have no intention of hurting your sister.”
    “So you don’t get off deflowering virgins on the steps of mausoleums, by the light of the full moon, like in Graveyard Ecstasy.”  Jack lit a cigarette, sucking in and then puffing out as he spoke. “I loved that video. I think it was your best.”
    “No more t han Stephen King terrorizes the neighborhood ch ildren in real life .” Lex returned. “I need a m artini.” He swept an arm out, inviting Jack to join him at the bar. “What will you have?”
    “Surprise me.” Jack shrugged. “No, wait . . . a Kamikaze .”
    “Are you driving tonight?”
    “Nope. Limo, just like everyone else in this town.”
    “That’s a comfort.” Lex leaned against the bar and rai sed an arm.  When the bar keep returned, he ordered. “A dir ty m artini for me, and a k amikaze for the kid--young man.” Lex amended, reminding himself of Jack’s thre at not to make him mad. He didn’t  actually believe the kid would harm him, but he intended to befriend Jack so he could lear n more about his elusive beauty from her twin brother .
    “Tell me, Jack.”  Lex sipped his martini, “Do you always threaten your sister’s would be suitors?”
    Jack swallowed his shot in one quick jerk of the wrist, and then signaled the bartender for another. “Hell, yeah. You have no idea the scum that used to come on to he r when we lived in downtown LA.”
    “I can imagine.” Lex agreed, as visions of blue haired, earring nosed, punkers filled his mind, replete with dog collars and knuckle armor. “A rough place. But, Jack, my friend, look around you, this is the upper class, surely you don’t think--”
      “Then, there was Kevin . Steve broke his arm, which is pretty awesome when you look at the ol’ bean pole over there, considering Kevin was a stunt man .”
    “Why did Steve find it necessary to break his arm?” Lex turned his head from the bar to the dance floor, where the slender youth was cavorting with a pudgy brunette singer of nominal renown.
    “He was--be c ause Jess-- oh, never mind . ” Jack’s jaw clamped shut. He swayed slightly as the alcohol surged through his system.
    “Here, sit.” Lex pulled a stool up behind the languorous bo dy. “ Can you keep a secret?” The young man nodded. “I’m going to marry your siste r. Will you help me?”  
    Jack frowned and took to looking Lex up and down with surprise. “Are you nuts, man? You just met her. ”
    “In this life. Do you believe in reincarnation ?”
    “I believe in this . ” Jack leaned