“Roxie, I don’t think…” he protested, but that was as far as he got before he found himself dragged into a crush of bodies gyrating in time with the music. Where was Vic? And, almost as important, where was his second beer?
But she, too, needed a refill—the liquid in her glass was dangerously low—and instead of stopping to talk with anyone, she made a beeline for the booze room, dragging Matt along in her wake. There he looked around for Vic, but was surprised he didn’t see his lover among the people pressing into the room. ::Babe?:: he called out mentally, his thoughts cutting through the noise of the crowd without difficulty. ::Where’d you go?::
An image of a buffet flashed through his mind. He saw half a pepperoni pizza resting in its cardboard take-out box, plastic containers of Chin
