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Silver Bullet -- Jerry

A reader asks, "Is Jerry ever going to get some? I feel so bad for him. Tell me there will be some hot new guy or some action at least."

Well, Jerry won't get a new relationship until Wind Raker, but in Silver Bullet he does at least get out some. This section of Melissa's is Jerry exploring the New York gay scene. I love this section. Melissa is so in her element with this, and of course the research is impeccable.



The cabbie looked in his mirror. “Where to, Mister?”

“Times Square.”

The theaters were getting out, their audiences spilling into the neon-lit streets. The cab let him off at the Morosco, and a tipsy businessman claimed it almost before Jerry could finish paying his fare. The glowing clock at the center of the Pepsodent sign proclaimed it quarter of eleven, and steam was rising from the sidewalk vents; the air was damp, the sky pale above the neon, promising rain later. He walked south down Broadway, mingling with the crowd, and turned onto 44th, where the ushers were closing up the Shubert lobby. Beyond the Shubert, the Majestic was dark, but a single light glowed above a basement entry. He let himself down the steps, careful of the worn stone, and rapped sharply on the door. After a moment, the peephole opened, and he gave the password. There was another pause, the bouncer still looking him over, and then the door swung back.

The club was long and narrow and mostly nameless, but it was already crowded, and a trio of musicians struggled to be heard over the shouted conversations. A gang of young men from one of the theaters had taken over four of the front tables, their hairlines still touched with makeup and mascara still on their lashes; toward the center of the room, carefully posed beneath the lights, an angular evening-gowned person with platinum finger waves was holding court, waving a cigarette holder as though conducting. She wiggled her fingers as he passed, and Jerry tipped his hat, but kept on toward the bar.

There were more seats open there, and he found a place, nodding to the bartender. “Manhattan, please.”

“Sure thing, Doc.” The stocky man slid the drink across the polished wood. “Thirty-five cents.”

Jerry laid three quarters on the bar. “Keep ‘em coming.”

“You got it.”

Jerry took a careful sip, and turned on his stool to survey the room. God, he’d missed this, and even if all he did was have a drink or two in congenial company, it would be enough…. He surveyed the crowd, considering a wiry man in a plain brown suit, then a fair-haired boy in an argyle sweater under a jacket. A chorus boy, almost certainly. It was the chorus boy’s friend who returned his look, however, a little older than the blond, darker and more muscular in build. Jerry let his gaze linger a little longer, and the other man detached himself from his group, came to lean on the bar at Jerry’s side.

“Nice night,” he said, as though he was just waiting for the bartender.

Jerry lifted his glass. “And getting nicer.”

The young man — he had to be an actor, too; there was still a hint of eyeliner smudging his eyes, giving him a faintly exotic look — smiled back. “Come here often?”

“When I’m in town,” Jerry answered. It was a risk, it was always a risk, but he’d been starving since Gil died, and now that he could… “Buy you a drink?”

“Why, thank you.” The young man’s smile widened, showing very good teeth. “I’m Steven.”

“Jerry.” They shook hands, and the bartender slid another drink across the scarred wood. Jerry pushed the coins in his direction, and the man vanished with a nod.

“The Dubarry or the Varieties?” Steven asked, nodding to the tuxedo visible beneath Jerry’s coat. “They’re the big openings.”

“Neither, sadly. A very dull party.”

“I hope the night’s improving.”

“Very much so,” Jerry answered. He’d missed this more than he’d realized, the chance to let his hair down almost as much as the sex, though he’d missed that more than he’d been willing to admit. How in hell he was going to stand going back to Colorado Springs — but that was something to worry about in the morning, not now. He lit Steven’s cigarette, Steven’s fingers hot on his hand, steadying the lighter against an intangible breeze.

Comments

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melita66
Dec. 30th, 2013 01:19 pm (UTC)
I may have asked this before, but forgot--how old is Jerry? I keep thinking of him as the elder in the group, probably because of the cane (injuries, not age!) and correcting myself mentally. Come to that, how old are all of them?
jo_graham
Dec. 30th, 2013 01:31 pm (UTC)
Jerry was born in July 1887, so he's 45. So no, not that old! Alma and Lewis are 42. Mitch is 40. Stasi -- well, she's 29 forever, darling!
melita66
Dec. 30th, 2013 02:21 pm (UTC)
Yes, those ages do look familiar...! So, slightly younger than I am now, and slightly older than my grandmother was then (born 1890). I mentally keep wanting to make Jerry in his 60s. I'll do my best to stop that.
jo_graham
Dec. 30th, 2013 02:26 pm (UTC)
Alma was born in April 1890 and Lewis in May 1890. Mitch was born in April 1892. In Silver Bullet Stasi will (truthfully) say that she was born in February. So they're about the same age as your grandmother. My own grandparents were about the same age.

So yeah, Jerry's not anywhere close to 60 yet!
aishabintjamil
Dec. 30th, 2013 01:22 pm (UTC)
Very nice. There's definitely some sexual tension here, but it's subtle. I read too many things where the author feel they need to hit you over the head with it.
jo_graham
Dec. 30th, 2013 01:32 pm (UTC)
Melissa definitely does subtle! Though not always....

It's nice to have Jerry getting out and about again.
angelsallfire
Dec. 30th, 2013 01:30 pm (UTC)
Very nice to see him out and about. I like how he seems a bit more relaxed here.
jo_graham
Dec. 30th, 2013 01:34 pm (UTC)
Jerry is relaxing a bit. He likes being back in NY and working in his field again.
angelsallfire
Jan. 3rd, 2014 08:10 pm (UTC)
Happy new year!!!!!!
Is Silver Bullet still down for release next month? Thanks.
jo_graham
Jan. 4th, 2014 11:37 am (UTC)
Thank you! Happy New Year to you too!

Yes, it is. I don't know the exact release date yet because we're hoping for a promotion at Barnes & Noble, and we'll fit the exact date to the promotion if we get it.
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