Men gather in hired dinner suits black ties gentrify their unease as working class postures betray their genteel façades. In flattering hotel mirrors they played out Bond fantasies where the baddies yield and the good guy gets the girl. But at the bar they drink beer vodka martinis are too expensive. Resisting the temptation to say 'shaken, not stirred'. Some cut dashing figures while fielding disparaging looks. Clotheshorses in costly attire for breeding and money will out. Badly made silk purses shuffle back to their tables silently cursing their lineage and refusing to drink the wine. |
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