The Bubbling Pool.
Tucked away in an alcove above the fray was a private lounge, separated by a shimmering gold beaded curtain. Sitting there, untouched by the chaos below, was a woman who looked like she had stepped out of a retro-futuristic comic book.
Marlon ordered another Cheek Fizz. He watched the pool for an hour, then two. Each rising, wobbling, and popping butt delivered another small, repressed shard of himself back to him. The time he broke his neighbor’s window. The smell of rain on hot pavement after his first kiss. The quiet fury of a job he hated.
: This lifestyle emphasizes "extravagance" through VIP table services, designer fashion, and high-production lighting and sound.