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    Till We Meet Again // A B/T Beginning Story Chapter 9

    THE NIGHT OF ROCK N ROLL

    Jack’s voice boomed through the banquet hall,
    “…so welcome to a night of rock n roll you will always remember!”

    His 300 nude girls were nowhere to be seen, not that he had expected his son to come through on it. He could always pretend to have x-ray vision. And anyway, that was a long-standing joke between father and son—the party was an annual affair and full of their friends, family, colleagues and business associates. As always, Kamakaze had done an excellent job with the setting and décor of his party—highly ornamented with staff, shimmering white gold lights lined the heights of the 80 foot tall ceiling, with two electrollers forming great clusters of incandescent lights. Forming a semi-circle at the back of the hall was a dance floor with a live band and private dining was in the balcony directly above. Beyond the dance floor, guests milled, drinks in hand, or clumped in boisterous groups. The roar of conversation almost matched the blare of the live band performing (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction by the Rolling Stones.

    Bette entered the hall and would have spun around and vanished into thin air if it wasn’t for her bad knee. She did not have her cane with her today, not wanting to draw attention to her handicap at a high-society gathering. Still, the brunette had never looked better—she had put her hair up with soft curls falling down her neck and wore a shimmering black evening gown that hung shamelessly low showing off her cleavage with a ¾ slit up her thigh.

    Tina did a double-take when she saw Bette and almost dropped her glass of white wine. She had never seen Bette dressed to the nines like this evening. No, usually Bette just lay everyone dead with her dark sense of humor but tonight heads were rolling and turning towards her, short gasps and sharp intakes of breathe filled the atmosphere as the conversation lulled to a stop around Tina. She could only look at Bette while the live band strummed out another 60s hit song.

    Girl, you really got me goin
    You got me so I dont know what Im doin
    Yeah, you really got me now
    You got me so I cant sleep at night

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