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A young woman is seduced in the conservatory.
Tired bloodshot eyes peer back from the mirror. She clicks shut the toilet door and hesitates for a brief moment before reaching for the syringe.
Outside the music pounds. Now she feels good young and alive threading her way through aerobic geriatrics. Long blonde hair frames an elfin face from which eyes heavy with mascara innocently gaze. Predators held back by their keepers look on faint with hunger.
She peers across the room a brown check suit comes into focus. Middle aged off the leash a generation apart and ready to unwrap and devour like a chocolate cream. I say gorgeous can I get you a drink?
Yeah all right.
They move out into the kitchen and he opens the fridge. Champagne for a special occasion.
Oh yeah so I m a special occasion am I?
You certainly are sweetheart. He passes her the bottle and takes two glasses from the shelf. They move back into the main room. A woman about thirty glides over and whispers in the man s ear. He sniggers and playfully smacks her bottom.
Who s that then?
Just someone I know. Who did you come with?
Without her glasses the room blurs. Oh I err some bloke I met the uvver night.
What s he do?
I dunno do I? Anyway what do you do?
He motions her to a corner table away from the suits and strapless dresses talking as if their lives depend on it. Me? I m the guest of honour. The champagne cork pops and bubbling liquid cascades into her glass. And I ve met the loveliest girl in the world.
Oh yeah. Where is she then?
I m looking at her right now.
Piss off!
Look darling you re the most beautiful girl here.
That s a bit different she says looking around the room. There ain t much to choose from. Picking up the glass she gulps it straight down. Jeez I was thirsty. He smiles refills her glass and takes out a cigarette case.
Dunno if I really like this she says drinking half. Tastes a bit like cider don t it? Anyhow what s all this guest of honour stuff?
That s why we re having the party didn t you know? He selects a cigarette and lights it from a gold lighter. I sold my business to the man who owns this house.
Oh yeah. Anyway what you going to do now?
Actually I m planning to move to the Virgin Isles. He stops as she splutters over her drink.
You what?
What s so funny?
Nuffing. It s all this drink. I ain t used to it.
A young man looking the worst for wear sways over to the table and drops into a chair. I wondered where you got to he slurs reaching for the champagne. You don t mind do yer chief? He picks up the bottle and upends into his mouth causing most of it to run down his shirt.
The older man shakes his head in disbelief. Let s get out of here.
They step out from the open French windows and stand for a while on the terrace. Moonlight briefly appearing through scudding clouds bathes the sky silver and cream. She shivers low cut dress and sling back shoes inadequate in the cold night air. Music an