That was absurd… I imagined her moving to the dance floor, my drunken eyes following her sleek form as she attempted to disappear into the crowd. Sh...e didn’t want the attention; she only wanted to dance, alone with her martini. It was then I stood from my stool at the bar, downing the last of my scotch; it stung as it rushed down my throat, but the burning was pleasant…it was how I imagined she would feel – a pleasant burning. She was fire and I was waiting to be lit. I moved to where she was. Randy runs the warehouse. I went out with him once but it was a mistake. I think I’ve told you enough.’ ‘Don’t you feel the static between us? Am I the only one feeling it?’ I asked Sandi. ‘Look, you seem like a very nice guy but I’m not looking for anyone,’ she replied. ‘You didn’t answer the question. Do you feel something here?’ ‘Yes, I figured it was the static from shuffling our feet, nothing more,’ answered Sandi. ‘Will you dance with me again later?’ I asked. ‘You don’t give up, do you?. I speak into the earpiece I wear, and one minute later the front door, the side doors, and the kitchen door all crash open as the police pour into the banquet hall. It is chaos and pandemonium. Massive amounts of drugs appear seemingly out of nowhere. The police out-number the 200 guests, and everyone is arrested. I have been through this routine countless times, and the terror is delicious as I taste it in the air. Sadly, I never tire of it. I nod to the two Officers that have been assigned. Ein Mann und eine Frau. Die Frau war etwa Mitte 20, hatte langes schwarzesHaar und trug ein Lederkostüm. Der Mann war wesentlich älter, vermutlichbereits an die 50. Er war etwas korpolent, machte aber in dem modischen Anzug,den er trug, einen gepflegten Eindruck. Die beiden blieben vor ihr stehen, die Frau etwas seitlich, sie schien nurzu beobachten. Sie hatte den beinahe schon obligatorischen Stab in der Hand. Der Mann wandte sich an sie: ?Ich bin Master Stefan. Das ist Mistress Layla.Du.