Harem Scare ‘em

‘Marilyn Monroe?’

‘Yeah, and that’s JFK she’s talking to,’ Elvis looked around for another waiter. ‘He’s not so bad a guy once you get to know him. What he did to Jackie though …’

‘What did he do?’

‘Faked his death, like everyone else here.’

‘Oh.’

Before Donnie could frame an appropriate next question, the band began to play. It was a jazz number that he quite liked so he hummed along with the tune for a moment.

Elvis took Donnie’s hand, spun him around, and caught him on the hip; they began to dance.

‘So why were you with Panix anyway?’ asked Elvis. ‘He’s a heel.’

‘Fell in with him I suppose. He made me an offer I had to abuse-Awk!’

Elvis dipped Donnie, who smiled in surprise. The King could list dancing among his various fwoarrr-inspiring talents.

Donnie began to consider all the different ways this could end, but postponed heavy thinking for the moment, opting instead for another cocktail. As Elvis let go of one hand to perform another dance move, Donnie reached out and grabbed a Martini from a passing waiter.