The teardrop pool in the middle of the roof is glowing pink beneath a blanket of mist. A string of grey-cushioned sun loungers stretches its circumference, conquered by lazy guests who sip bright cocktails while comparing costly nose jobs. A long white bar runs the length of the back wall faced by a stream of round leather stools with gleaming chrome legs. Guests who aren’t mingling around the pool lean against the iron railings that ring the roof, watching and judging everyone else.
Kosuke knows the best people and the best night for a party. Saturday, the start of summer, kids gliding across the harbour road on glistening bikes beneath the glow of the first summer moon. On a night like this the whole city wants in, but it’s only the better half that’s welcome at Kosuke’s place.
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