But Tony didn't care, because he was buying drinks for Eleanor, and rubbing his sweaty body against hers, on the edge of the very long sofa. He was rubbing her arm with his sweaty hand, and telling her that he was a self-made man. He was bombarding her with lies and deceit, knowing that she was impressed by the tales he told. And then came more drinks for Amanda, for she was kind, and she had brought us to this wonderful club. There were more drinks for Emma and me, because we were Tony's friends, and this is how he liked to treat his friends. And there were more drinks for Eleanor, because she was Tony's friend, and she would share his bed that night, and do things for him like no other woman had ever done. And then there were more drinks for Jenny. And drinks for her boyfriend. And drinks for a Chinese girl. And more drinks for Amanda. And for Amanda's boyfriend. And for a man who said he was a friend of Amanda's boyfriend. And more drinks for Eleanor's friend. And more drinks for whoever was dying of thirst in that dark, hot, vibrating club.
Tony Joy buying drinks for his new friends.
Extract taken from "The Londoners 2 - After Love Comes Hate"
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