Bear slammed the door open as he came into the dressing room, causing Laura to jump off her stool and Jim, across the room, to almost drop his glass. Bear's six two body almost filled the opening.
"Another great performance," roared Bear, waving the bottle in his hand, his western cut satin shirt sweaty from the show. His trademark curly white hair and beard glistened.
"Aren't they all?" cheered Jim.
"Course they are. They love me." Bear stumbled across the room and fell on the couch.
"Great performer, great songs. What can you expect?" smiled Jim.
Taking the hint, Bear growled, "Yeah, you write a great song every now and then."
"But you make 'em all sound good." Purred Laura as she sat on the couch and snuggled next to him. Bear put his arm around her and placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek. Laura endured his pawing at "The Bear Loves You" t-shirt while Jim looked on.
There was knock at the open door. "Hey, Bear. I've got someone who wants to meet you."
"Come on in, Roscoe." Roscoe, his agent, in a gray suit and an open collared blue shirt, came in with a petite brunette in tow. She was maybe five feet tall, fairly skinny, but quite lovely.
"This is my wife, Geana, and she's been dying to meet you."
Bear stood, took her hand and said "Pleased to meet you." He sat back down on the couch and pulled Geana down between him and Laura. When he put his arm around Geana, Laura got up and went over to the bar. She was visibly pissed.
"Geana, this is my good buddy, Jim, who wrote some of my songs and this is Laura, who loves my dick."
Laura shook her head, "Bear, you're drunk."
"So, why be sober. I'm good at being drunk. You still love me, don't you?"
"Yes, I still love you."
He squeezed Geana and said, "You know why she loves me?"
"No, why?" Geana's voice was very small. She was enthralled to be in the presence of some one as famous as Bear.
"I've got a huge dick."
Roscoe laughed, "She doesn't need to know that."
