The poolside is carnage. The aftermath of the party - French-cut knickers dangling from empty
champagne bottles, diamond earrings in puddles of spilt wine and vodka. Cellphones with half a dozen missed calls. Driver's licenses, another half dozen of those. He has to check ages now. The last lawsuit hit him hard.
But there's nobody floating face-down in the pool this morning. All the pretty young groupies are safely ensconced in the master suite.
Sometimes you have to celebrate the little victories.
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