[MaC] Around the bar

[Mel Mason]

> Philip, the young airman with the wounded arm, slid into the increasing
> crowd around the bar, winding up next to Nola Diamond. "Good evening," he
> said to Marjorie. "I'll need two sherries -- I'll pour those, you look to
> have your hands full -- and an old-fashioned for me, I think." As he began
> work on the sherries, working slowly but carefully with his left hand, he
> said, "Good evening, Miss Diamond. How are things for you this fine
> evening?"
>

She turned and looked at him a little blindly, as though she wasn't really 
seeing him.

"Oh, why can't people leave me alone?" she said petulantly, turning away. 
She thrust her empty Martini glass towards Marjorie (who was still behind 
the bar).  "Here - another one."

But Marty Fitzroy seemed to notice this slight altercation and came striding 
across.

"You've had enough," he said curtly.

She laughed - that famous peal that had entranced audiences across half the 
globe.

"Enough?  I've barely even started!"

There was defiance in her face as she confronted him, and his own face 
reddened with rage, his fists slowlyly clenching.  But it was he who looked 
away first.

"Someone take her away and sober her up," he muttered.