"Where in the hell is he?" Casey wanted to know. He had everyone there but Spence, and it was Spencer's basement.
Casey wanted the guys to do some Led Zepplin. It was always good to know Stairway to Heaven, but he liked a bunch of their other songs too.
"Some makeup crisis, I guess." Benny shrugged as he beat the drum like it was a good joke. No one laughed.
Casey just sighed.
"Well, we can play with Cameron and the dolls for three weeks." Casey finally told them. He'd had lunch a few days ago with Cameron and Ste, and she'd put a good word in for him, and he hadn't even had to fuck her. Which he would have if she'd wanted him too.
"But we all have jobs." Cory reminded him.
"Its in the tri-state area. I think we can book it. No need to lose sleep over this, Cory." Casey shrugged. "We'll do it like professionals."
That gave Benny a laugh. He gave another sneaky drum roll then as if someone might as well be pulling a rabbit out of the hat.
"Where is that little shit when I need him?" Casey looked around as if Spencer was really an important part of this operation.