LordPeter List Literary Contest

I walked into the lounge. The orchestra was playing the kind of waltz your grandmother would have danced to -- and judging by the goods on offer, maybe she was that very night. There was a bored looking Frenchman steering around a girl who looked like she'd be more comfortable out on a tennis court. By the looks of his mug, the Frenchman hadn't seen the sun any too recently.

I lit a cigarette and ordered a drink, taking in the sights. I was glad I was a modern girl, the kind who could afford her own hotel room, and didn't have to buy dance partners. When the drink came, I tossed it back and ordered another. What a scene. I downed my second drink, thinking that if this was some kind of game I was watching, I hoped all the players knew the rules.

-- Miss Meteyard

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