The Iceberg Lounge
The Iceberg Lounge is crowded, but Kathy has no trouble getting past the long line outside. The doorman allows her in without a word, as others waiting in line grow annoyed.
The Lounge maintains a slight chill to the air inside, which is offset by the live salsa music playing this evening, and a crowd of people dancing to it. Kathy leads Bruce to a table, attached to his arm, but leading the way. Several people in the Lounge seem to recognize Kathy, and comment to her as they walk by.
"Hey Ka-TEE!" one man grins with a wink.
"Lookin' hot!" another smiles, pointing his fingers at her like two guns and making a *tch* sound.
Another man lowers his sunglasses for a better look at her rear as she sashays by. "How about some fries with that shake?"
Kathy doesn't say a word in response to any of them, but rolls her eyes in disgust; neither does she let go of Bruce's arm, afraid that he might attempt to be chivalrous if she let their pace slacken.
"I know," she says, mildly annoyed, as she sits, "hardly the book-club crowd."
The Lounge maintains a slight chill to the air inside, which is offset by the live salsa music playing this evening, and a crowd of people dancing to it. Kathy leads Bruce to a table, attached to his arm, but leading the way. Several people in the Lounge seem to recognize Kathy, and comment to her as they walk by.
"Hey Ka-TEE!" one man grins with a wink.
"Lookin' hot!" another smiles, pointing his fingers at her like two guns and making a *tch* sound.
Another man lowers his sunglasses for a better look at her rear as she sashays by. "How about some fries with that shake?"
Kathy doesn't say a word in response to any of them, but rolls her eyes in disgust; neither does she let go of Bruce's arm, afraid that he might attempt to be chivalrous if she let their pace slacken.
"I know," she says, mildly annoyed, as she sits, "hardly the book-club crowd."