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She shakes her head then reaches down intosweetly squeezes my balls then picks up the napkin, kisses me on the cheek, whispers "I’ past Da away, floating past hi don’t touch

Da, closes and opens his eyes, then takes Lauren’s seat next to ently turns to hi on his cigar, staring at the two of thear unlit

Das like "Have you ever felt like crawling under a table and living there for a week?"

"I’ve spent"And I’reat," Da at the rooht"

My eyes are still watering froh the tears I notice she’s not terribly far from the seat Damien vacated next to Alison’s, and htens inher hips exaggeratedly and Alison’s totally wired, sucking on a joint, greedily chatting aith Ian Schrager and Kelly Klein, then Damien looks away fro that causes Tih while U, Lauren brings the cocktail napkin to her lips, kissing it, wetting it, and I’ and Alison whispers so to Kelly Klein and Lauren leans away fro the cocktail napkin pats Alison on the back and the napkin sticks and Daiant garish purple letters: CUNT Alison glances up briefly She pushes Lauren’s hand away

Next totoo and she lets out a little whiaily, walking away from Tim Hutton in mid-sentence And then he notices the napkin on Alison’s back

Before Da behind her neck and she feels the napkin and pulls it off and slowly brings it in front of her face and her eyes go wide and she lets out a gianther way out of the dining roolass at her, which ainst the wall

Alison leaps up from her chair and races toward Lauren but Lauren’s out the door, heading up the stairs to the private VIP lounge that hasn’t opened yet

Daets to Alison and while he wrestles with her she starts sobbing hysterically and the napkin falls out of Alison’s hand and so and about to run after Lauren when Chloe grabsto try to, u helplessly at the door Lauren just breezed through

"Victor-"

"What, baby?"

"Victor-" she says again

"Honey, I’ll be back in twenty"-l check my wrist but there’s no watch and then I look back at her-"in like ten minutes"

"Victor-"

"Honey, she needs soe, Victor? She needs soht back"

"Victor-"

"What?" I say, looseninga fly ti awav "’Talk to Baxter Spin soonna do"

"I don’t care," she says, letting go "I don’t care if you come back," Chloe says "I don’t care anymore," she says "Do you understand?" Dazed, I can only nod my head and rush out of the roos

I find Lauren in the private VIP room on the top floor where earlier lay I interviewed prospective DJs but now it’s e up behind a stainless-steel slab Holly just points over a banquette, where Lauren’s feet are sticking out froing off a totally delectable foot, and a just-opened bottle of Stoli Cristall is standing on the table and when a hand reaches up the bottle disappears, then reappears noticeably less full The high heel falls off