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Drinks on the House

           Moresophisticated,moreprivate.Low,throatyfemalelaughter,thekindthatseemstovibrateinafairyringaroundthevisceraandthegenitals.Thesoundofacashregister,itswindowsoftlylightedinthewarmhalfdark,ringingupthepriceofaginrickey,aManhattan,adepressionbomber,asloeginfizz,azombie.Thejukebox,pouringoutitsdrinkers’melodies,eachoneoverlappingtheotherintime.

           Hepushedthebatwingsopenandsteppedthrough

           "Hello,boys,"JackTorrancesaidsoftly."I’vebeenawaybutnowI’mback."

           "Goodevening,Mr.Torrance,"Lloydsaid,genuinelypleased."It’sgoodtoseeyou."

           "It’sgoodtobeback,Lloyd,"hesaidgravely,andhookedhislegoverastoolbetweenamaninasharpbluesuitandableary-eyedwomaninablackdresswhowaspeeringintothedepthsofasingaporesling.

           "Whatwillitbe,Mr.Torrance?"

           "Martini,"hesaidwithgreatpleasure.Helookedatthebackbarwithitsrowsofdimlygleamingbottles,cappedwiththeirsilversiphons.JimBeam.WildTurkey.Gilby’s.Sharrod’sPrivateLabel.Toro.Seagram’s.Andhomeagain.

           "Onelargemartian,ifyouplease,"hesaid."They’velandedsomewhereintheworld,Lloyd."Hetookhiswalletoutandlaidatwentycarefullyonthebar.

           AsLloydmadehisdrink,Jacklookedoverhisshoulder.Everyboothwasoccupied.

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