Lauren was peaced-out in her bedroom, and almost everyone had gone home. I started chilling by the pool with the bartender,

He dismissed the idea on sight.

I have to have a license to own them, a license to train them, my jockey has to have a license to ride them, the van company must have a license to van them, and the black shoe man must have a license to shoe them.

[…] when I got there it had started and there were no seats left. Secretly relieved, I walked or rather mountaineered back to the flat […]