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It’s not my date, I re a part

“Hello, Daddy-O!” I say brightly as he draws near

“Hi,” he says faintly “You look…” He moves his hands helplessly

All around, the buzz of conversation has died to a halt The whole bar is watching us Great

“Say so around in excitement, clearly oblivious to the aardness “Say, ‘You look pretty dapper yourself, you old thing’ And twirl your necklace”

“You look pretty dapper yourself, you old thing!” I fix hi my beads around so hard that one of the necklaces catches me in the eye

Ow That hurt

“OK” Ed seeet you a drink? A glass of chane?”

“Ask for a swizzle stick!” instructs Sadie “And shed once!”

“Could I have a swizzle stick?” I give a high-pitched giggle “I simply adore swizzle sticks!”

“A swizzle stick?” Ed frowns “Why?”

Fuck knohy I dart a helpless look at Sadie

“Say, ‘To stir the bubbles out, darling!’” she hisses

“To stir the bubbles out, darling!” I giggle brightly again, and twirl ood measure

Ed looks like he wants to sink into the floor I don’t blame him

“Why don’t you take a seat?” he says in a strained voice “I’ll bring over the drinks”

I head over to the table where he was sitting and pull up a suede upholstered chair

“Sit like this,” co an affected pose with her hands on her knee, and I copy as best I can “Open your eyes wider!” She looks restlessly around at all the clusters of people sitting in groups and standing at the bar The hue-stylestart?”