"Fucking in Gatsby's study, for one thing," she giggled and poked his chest. "Nah, me and Nate... he was going through a rough patch with his wife, and he was a regular at the bar where I worked so I heard it all. He was kind of a bad boy type, you know? We just sparked off each other, like people do when you know what you're doing is wrong. He bought me drinks and shut down the place together, then we ended up ripping each other's clothes off and fucking on the bar..."