The club rocks post stimulation, pre dissipation and desperate downs. A man sits alone at a table. He wears a 1940s style desert military uniform. He is joined by a man in a white shirt. It is torrid hot yet doesn't sweat. He sits down.
"Good evening H" says the older man.
The younger one sighs.
"That's not funny any more. Alone? Girlfriend not coming?"
"They wouldn't let her in".
There is a pause.
"I'm not going to this party thing. Are you?"

The end