After another evening of difficult feats performed with casual mastery, J.J. Sinatra signs his bar tab as Paxil Rose and heads home. He's had enough elbow rubbing with notable personalities for one night. He catches the waitress' eye and their brains simmer with lust and remembrance. Averting her lingering gaze, he grins and leaves. His complexion glistens as if returning from a sunbath on the sea drenched rocks of Sicily. He loosens the fat windsor knot on his imported Periwinkle silk tie while unbuttoning those shiny whalebone studded cufflinks.

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