Club Seventeen Classic ((hot)) -

The truth, he’d learned, is never the end of the story. It’s just the first chord of a song you’ll spend the rest of your life trying to finish.

The Seventeen laughed, a dry, sad sound. “Truth is the most expensive thing in this room.” club seventeen classic

The Seventeen was already walking back to the piano. Over his shoulder, he said, “That’s the key to the door behind the door. But I wouldn’t use it, if I were you. Not unless you’re ready to trade your own seventeen nights for one more verse.” The truth, he’d learned, is never the end of the story

Leo slid into a booth. A waitress appeared, her beehive hair impossibly high. “What’ll it be, hon?” hon?” “What’s this for?” Leo asked.

“What’s this for?” Leo asked.