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The final panel Q&A wraps up: five hundred delegates hit the bar ''hard'': [[Actual/actual]] chit-chat is thirsty work. | The final panel Q&A wraps up: five hundred delegates hit the bar ''hard'': [[Actual/actual]] chit-chat is thirsty work. A band plays flat-stick Cajun washboard scat. They play it loud. It sets a groove. | ||
Waiters boogie-woogie through the crowd. They flog cold beers and live crabs on overhead trays. Nippers gnash. Punters chug [[Bitcoin|Satoshi]] Extra-Dry. It’s an [[Blockchain|on-chain]] open bar. The vodka luge hits peak. [[Day count fraction|Daycount]] chit-chat hits peak. The accordion swing-jive hits peak: ''breakneck'' BPM. | Waiters boogie-woogie through the crowd. They flog cold beers and live crabs on overhead trays. Nippers gnash. Punters chug [[Bitcoin|Satoshi]] Extra-Dry. It’s an [[Blockchain|on-chain]] open bar. The vodka luge hits peak. [[Day count fraction|Daycount]] chit-chat hits peak. The accordion swing-jive hits peak: ''breakneck'' BPM. | ||
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He cracks out ol’ *innocent face*. “Look, lady: I was here first.” | He cracks out ol’ *innocent face*. “Look, lady: I was here first.” | ||
She looks him up and down. “Is that a fact.” She scoffs, but vibes playful. She runs a finger round the rim of his glass. Their eyes lock again. “O.K., soldier, so you say you were ''[[preceding business day convention|preceding]]''?” | She looks him up and down. “Is that a fact.” She scoffs, but vibes playful. She runs a finger round the rim of his glass. Their eyes lock again. “O.K., soldier, so you say you were ''[[preceding business day convention|preceding]]'' me?” | ||
He shrugs. “I guess I figured you would wind up here eventually, so I just made sure I got here first.” | He shrugs. “I guess I figured you would wind up here eventually, so I just made sure I got here first.” | ||
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He whispers back. His lips touch ''her'' lobe. “Well do you want something?” | He whispers back. His lips touch ''her'' lobe. “Well do you want something?” | ||
“Oh, honey, I’ll take ''anything''. No questions asked.” She runs a finger down his | “Oh, honey, I’ll take ''anything''. No questions asked.” She runs a finger down his gilet. | ||
“Anything?” | “Anything?” | ||
“Come find me. Come find ''yourself''.” | She takes a step back. “Come find me. Come find ''yourself''.” | ||
“When?” | “When?” | ||
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“Nice piece.” | “Nice piece.” | ||
“So, tomorrow?” | |||
She leans in close. Her breath is hot. “Work it out, big boy.” | She leans in close. Her breath is hot. “Work it out, big boy.” | ||
His professional circuits click in fast. | His professional circuits click in fast. It’s the thirtieth. It’s month-end proximate. ''Tomorrow is Saturday''. He tips the ambiguity right off the bat. “Wait: [[Following business day convention|Following]] or [[Modified Following business day convention|Modified Following]]?” | ||
“I like the way you’re thinking,” she says, and winks, and drifts away, on the raging current of sales bullshittery and lofted canapés. “Actually –” | “I like the way you’re thinking,” she says, and winks, and drifts away, on the raging current of sales bullshittery and lofted canapés. “Actually –” |