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Rupe downs his martini and plants it dramatically on the bar. He pushes his way onto the dance floor. Joy writhes her hips while her dance partner runs his face down her chest. ‘May I cut in?’ Rupe asks. Joy’s dance partner towers over Rupe. He is a hulk –…
Amber is unsure where to go from the juncture. There are so many archways funnelling off to so many different places. It is folly to assume that she will stumble upon Quinn by accident. Marcus said they were going to have a game of pool, but where are there pool…
Constance strides through the Gallery, incandescent amongst a crowd that is largely dark and conformist. That’s exactly what they must become to be in here – they must become what we want. They might think themselves individuals, might think themselves original, but few people are. Somewhere, somebody is doing the…