Rolf bared his teeth in a victor's smile and wove his way to the smokey back of the hall.
"Now, Maxine," continued Bernard. "Where were we before the young Adonis leveraged his way between us."
"I believe you were holding my hand." Maxine artfully laid her claw on the gray polyesther pinstripes of Bernard's knee.
"Ahh yes." He took her hand with one of his, and with the other picked up the bottle of Extra Virgin olive oil and dribbled a few drops onto the withered back of her hand.
"My favorite emollient," he said. "Let me embrocate that for you."
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