He was one in a room of men like straight backed kitchen chairs, the kind with ornamental knobs.
She was more like a modern sofa, sleek and soft and overstuffed a little.
He nodded to her for the first time, polished his elbows, and brought her a drink. She thanked him broadly with a serrated smile and complained about trying to get wine out of Arabian carpets.
He nodded stiffly. Was this the right thing? It wasn't often he wondered these things but this was a mixed party Art Deco meets Country Homes & Gardens.
Intensely curious he did what any angular man would do. He asked her to clean his toilet.
1:31:20 AM 
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