Part two

It was the kind of party that ended in shattered glass and bleeding feet endlessly dancing blood into a cream carpet. I remember the solution to this was to impregnate the carpet with white cocaine powder which has the handy side effect of being a topical anesthetic especially in damp (or blood soaked) environments. This was considered a practical solution by our host. He was an elderly gentleman wraith-like and sober, but seemingly with a voyeuristic dedication to debauchery. He liked to see the young things dance. Frenzied two steps seemed to be the the style that predominated even the dubious grace of the Charleston was impossible to strung out kids. But he liked to watch young bodies move I suppose. We all took him as a joke, sober as a judge in a grey suit. Everyone kissed him of course, it was that kind of party.

Part one here.

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