After quickly draining the contents of his glass, Charles announced that he would take George with him. With a smile and a dismissive hand, they were ...one. In the darkness and disquiet hanging between them they shared a smile and clinked glasses. “Happy Birthday,” Beverley muttered disapprovingly into her glass, before lifting off her stool and pressing a button on a black and chrome box behind the bar, the velvety voice of Frank Sinatra singing ‘In the Wee Small Hours,’ filtering through. I inhaled drawing in outside air to cool the hit as I packed my lungs with the fragrant smoke.I passed the pipe.Chuck hit it ... nowhere as hard as I did ... but sufficient. He was watching me. I let out a nearly invisible stream of air ... nothing wasted.“Great hit, mom. As heavy as you hit it I expected coughing.”“Hey ... no Bogarting ... pass the pipe.”After a few rounds we reached the dottle ... no smoke. He took out the poker and cleaned the bowl, put the brass rod away and looked.“Nope. Soon I feel likehaving something else to drink other than champagne. I walk towards thebar, and as I walk up the crowd around it moves aside like it's curtain.Once at the bar I only have to wait a few seconds before a bartenderget's me my cosmo. I turn around to look at the rest of the club and asI do the pudgy guy from earlier walks up to me. It's then that I get abit of a better look at him, he's a few inches taller then me and a bitmore than just pudgy. I can tell that he's definitely a. As she entered the living room she looked straight at Dan, who was sprawled back with a bourbon in hand. His eyes, on seeing her, blazed brightly and he quickly put his glass on the table. She stood in the doorway not knowing what she should do and his cock grew hard at her timidness. Trying to keep his face blank he raised his hand, gesturing her towards him. She did so and knelt at his feet her hands behind her back and her head lowered as they had practiced. He took a deep breath adjusting.