What happens at the lavender room?So at the lobby, I see all these pimpy-looking guys and whory-looking girls

and I could hear music from the Lavender room. So, I went in the lavender room. Boy, it was crowded, and they gave me a lousy table. At the back.

The band playing was brassy. Very brassy. Not good brassy, but corny brassy. There was no one my age. Only those old show-off guys with their stupid dates. Except for the table next to mine, there were these three ugly looking girls in their thirties. There was this blonde girl, she was sort of cute. I started giving her the old eye, but the waiter came for my order.

I ordered a scotch and soda and told him to get it as quick and hell, because if you start your ums and ahs, they think you’re under aged and won’t sell you any toxicating drink. He then started asking for my age verification. At the end, I had to order coke, what a phony.

I started giving the three girls the eye again. In fact, the blonde one. The other two just looked like they were as hungry as hell. As soon as I looked at them they started giggling like morons. That annoyed the hell out of me.

The problem was, I really felt like dancing. I’m very fond of dancing you see. So all of a sudden, I leaned over and asked them to dance.

The blonde one danced with me. She was pretty good. She was one of the best dancers I’ve ever danced with. I tried talking to her, but she didn’t give a damn. She was looking around the room. I danced with the other two as well, one was alright, but the other one was murder! It felt like she was dragging the statue of liberty around the floor.

After the dance, they didn’t invite to sit with them. But I sat at their table anyway. I told them my name was Jim steel for the heck of it.

The bar was closing though; I bought them a drink and got myself a coke. All of a sudden when they finished their drinks they stood up on me, and left to go to bed.