A squabble broke out and no one intervened. Through the pulse of the air came words all obscene. The haze of drinks that spilt and clinked, and smiles all guileful and wired, were not enough for us to think of anything but lust. In smoke filled air with skin all bare, we were night owls and brave, not those daytime cowards. Everything was nothing and nothing was ours.
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