Chapter 101

• On the dance floor, sweaty, drunken people, having just gotten a relief from a hectic work week, coiled tightly together jumping to the base of the music. On one side of the dance floor, Tristan saw a man pour beer down his own shirt, while on the other side two half-naked girls wrestled in a pool of beer.
• And amidst all that was Roth, his shiny jacket was now unbuttoned revealing a tight white T-shirt he was hearing inside, which was partly wet because of someone having spilled beer on him, but he didn’t seem to care.
• Roth’s movements on the dance floor were graceful, he turned elegantly, his body in tune with the slow music. Yet, there was a sort of harshness to him, like he was someone who shouldn’t be underestimated.