Geoff and Jon are the skirt chasers of the band. Jon is the 
youngest and he is my favorite after Ty. Geoff has agreed to 
go celibate for six weeks so Valerie Leonard, the journalist 
writing the ShadowsForge biography, will date him.

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Geoff looked in the mirror. His face was pale and there were 
circles under his eyes. 

"You look like hell," he said to his reflection. "I thought 
this would be easy. Six weeks? How long has it been?" He closed 
his eyes tight, and thought back. "Seven days? Only one week? 
Five more to go? Don't people die from withdrawal? I'm going to 
die. That's all there is to it. I'm freakin' going to die."

His one sided conversation was interrupted by a knock. Geoff 
opened the door of the suite to see Jon smirk at him. 

"What are you doing?" Geoff walked away, and left Jon to close 
the door.

Jon followed him across the room. "Not much. How come you're 
up here? The party's down in the pub." Jon flopped on the sofa 
across from Geoff. "Too tired? You look like hell."

"Yeah, thanks. Trying to be a good boy." There was a noticeable 
level of annoyance in his voice. 

"Since when?" Jon raised his eyebrows. "Why would you want to 
be a good boy? That's not part of the program."

"It is now. There's this skirt..."

Jon laughed. "Then it's true."

"What?" Geoff went to the bar and poured a drink. 

"I heard a rumor," Jon taunted.

"Yeah? So? There're a lot of rumors about us. Especially me. 
I'm really popular, y'know?" Geoff lounged on the opposite sofa, 
and absently stroked his chest.

"This one was hard to believe, though. Usually, they're not so 
bizarre that they can't be believed."

"What the hell are you going on about, Wiles?" Geoff asked, in 
no mood to play twenty questions.

"You being faithful to one skirt, that's what. So it's true?"
Geoff gave him a glare. Jon laughed again. "It's true. I'll 
have to go back and tell the others. They'll never believe it."

"Yeah, whatever." Geoff took a drink. "This could ruin my 
reputation. She'd better be worth it."

"If you're not sure then why are you doing it?" Jon smirked. 
"I'm disappointed in you, Headmaster. How can I follow in your 
footsteps if you stumble?"

"Call it a challenge. I think you better go back to your party. 
I'm not in the best of moods." Geoff set his glass on the table 
and scrubbed his face. "Give my best to the babes."

Jon stood. "If that's what you want. Too bad you can't give your 
best to them yourself," he commented with sympathy in his voice. 
"I'm sure they're going to miss you."

"Go, Boy," Geoff replied with a threatening tone.

"I'm going, but, hey, since you can't come down, how about a 
little something to make you feel better." Jon reached into his 
shirt pocket, and produced a small blue pill. "A pick-me up." He 
placed the pill in Geoff's palm before he headed for the door.

"Thanks." Geoff tossed the pill into his mouth, and washed it 
down. "Anything's better than sitting here bored. What is it?"

"Viagra. Now you can be bored stiff." Jon laughed as he jerked 
the door open. Geoff tossed back the remaining vodka then threw 
his glass at the retreating guitar player.