![]() The cut of the suit was fine-he had money-and he filled it out OK. I hadn't been paying close attention to what Jordan said-something about the Midwest and what happening in Las Vegas staying in Las Vegas. Might as well give him the whole name, as it wasn't really mine and I was planning to ditch that identity anyway. There was tricking going on, but it was more serious than joking-guys were here to make other guys, and some guys were here to pull tricks of a sexual kind. ![]() If the room cheered a joke being played, the jokester got a free drink. It was all kind of lame, though, with guys only going through the motions. It was April Fool's Day at the bar, and tricks were being played all around me-pratfalls taken when chairs were pulled away and fake punches being made. ![]() I was keeping this to the older downtown area of the city. I just didn't have to give him my real name. We were sitting in a corner booth in shadows at the BackEntry Bar in Las Vegas, on South 8th street, just off Fremont. I guessed I could give him something, as he'd paid for the beer and already had a hand high up on my inner thigh. I said my name is Jordan." He said it expectantly, making it obvious that he wanted a name from me.
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