it could happen

"Jules! Is this really you? Haven't heard from you in ages!" Gilly wasn't sure if he wanted to talk to his so-called mate. "Where you been?" He was shocked that Jules would have kept his number.

"The states. Still here, actually. How ya been, Gil, old boy?" Jules sounded chipper.

"Whats so good about it?" Gilly wasn't sure he could take to listening to all of Jules' fortune. To him, Jules was the luckiest lad in the world. Always up for a good time, anytime, anyhow. Except, Gil wasn't invited to all the parties like he used to. Seems he was nobody without Jules. Always would be. "I'm still busing tables at the pub."

"What? No bartending, yet?" Jules asked.

Gilly was pessimistic about this call.

"Listen, I gotta favor to ask. This American in London is looking for a good time." Jules said ever so clever.

"I don't do good times." Gilly was sullen as ever.

"Hey now, he's in the music biz, you could go for that, right?" Jules so cooly stated. Gilly kept listening. "Just give Jonah a chance, will you?"

Gilly doubted Jonah called, but he guessed he'd wait and see just what this Jonah was about.