[Poggio]

As Galvin ready himself to answer his phone, his wrist was captured by whom he considered the bread, of his little flesh sandwich. The man leaned forward dipping his ear into Galvins receiver while another one from behind took liberties squishing their bodies together, and letting her hands roam around the front of Galvins slacks. After mere moments the man knocked Galvin away creating a wave among the bodies. He told him to go by the bar, as he squirmed to find another dance partner. He took his leave licking his lips at an excuse to get yet another cocktail.