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- Two Weeks Later
- Oliver was comfortably sitting in the dimply-lit bar, finishing his third gin.
- Although he wasn't sure if what they served here actually tasted like anything.
- His senses were already dulled enough by the strong, cheap perfumes and the cigarette smoke, encompassing everything, anyway. Oliver called the waiter for another gin and relaxed back in his chair.
- He looked a the stage.
- The graceful figure up there was moving beautifully, moving with the sound of the music playing.