Who: Sonya Blade, George Duke of Kent Where: Bar What: Party, cocktails, distractions. When: Late evening. Rating: TBA (lots of drinking, from George anyway).
The music was playing loudly from the karaoke machine in the bar, Lambeth Walk.
"Anytime you're Lambeth way Any evening, any day, You'll find us all doin' the Lambeth walk."
George was dancing around the room, singing along. His heart was racing, and he paused every few steps to drink one of the cocktails he'd scattered around the room. Martini, then Manhattan, then an Aviator, then a Sidecar... One shouldn't mix drinks in this way, but then, when one was a dead man walking, what did it matter?
His head was spinning. He'd stripped to his shirtsleeves and a waistcoat, his necktie looped around a cocktail shaker on the bar. He felt light and airy, or at least he could pretend he did. He sang heartily along with the music as he danced.
"Ev'rything's free and easy, Do as you darn well pleasey..."