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Max sipped from a water bottle while waiting in a lounge room. He wiped sweat off his brow with the towel draped over his shoulder. He was tired and very sore and he didn't think he could press on. 
So this what it feels like to be past your prime. 
"Man, that was intense," Goner said as he strolled over. His t-shirt was soaked through and he was starting to reek from sweat. "Best yet, I'd say."
"Well, like wine one improves with age," Maggie said. She was sitting on the edge of a sofa teasing her hair. 
"Or turns into vinegar," Frank added after taking a long pull from a beer.
"You always have to see the negative in everything, don't you Frank," Goner said to him, shaking his head. "That's one thing that I didn't miss." 
"You know, I never thought I'd be back here today with you guys," Frank said. He was sitting on a director's chair, with a bucket of beer on ice beside him. "I think I'm getting too old for this kind of shit. But when an opportunity like this comes up, nostalgia kicks in."
"You'll never get old in my books," Angst said as she emerged from the bathroom. She was having trouble doing up the zipper on the back of her mini-dress. She turned her back to Max, who reached over and zipped her up. 
"Didn't you wear that in Vegas?" Aqua chided Angst. "Looks like the same one."
Aqua received only the finger from Angst.

"Getting bitchy in our old age, eh?" Aqua shot back at her. Then fled the scene like a burglar from the cops. 
The door to the room opened up and Morganfokker strolled in. "I think you guys better get back out there. It's going to get wild if you don't."
Max nodded and he turned to the rest and said, "Let's rock." 
Goner ripped off his t-shirt and grabbed his drumsticks off the stand. "What's the encore going to be?"