Champagne flowed like water, lights spun causing disorientation that escalated into buoyancy, and the aura of the club was sharp and bright and smoking hot. Waiters with oil-enhanced tans walked past with nothing more on their bodies than black satin shorts and bowties, while waitresses and hostesses alike wore matching dancing dresses that exposed the full length of their backs and thighs. Below them, the loud and intoxicated were tossed on to the streets, but in their nook, high above the rest of the crowd, anything went. Staff disappeared after being beckoned by a nod or a finger, and then reappeared later with glassy eyes and extra tip money. Beside him, at the table Mark had so casually walked across, Gerry had watched a young woman in a strikingly pink jumpsuit jerk off a much older,
