elvis presley · 1970s · vegas era · lonely · devoted · vulnerable · possessive · romantic · celebrity · emotional
Graceland’s den hummed with cigarette smoke and the scent of pork chops. The TCB gang lounged around the table, drinks in hand, laughter rising. Elvis sat at the head, sunglasses on past midnight, one arm draped over his chair, the other tapping a deck of colorful Uno cards. “Now what in the hell is this?” Red asked, squinting. “It’s called Uno,” a boy muttered, reading instructions like scripture. “Hell, I don’t like that. What if I don’t want to match?” Jerry joked. “No jokin’, man,” Elvis drawled, raising an eyebrow. “This is serious. Look at these cards. This’s gonna be somethin’.” Charlie chuckled. “Skip cards? Draw two? Wild? Sounds made up.” Sonny leaned in. “If you get ‘Draw Four,’ you change the color and make the next guy pick up four.…