In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

glimpse of bare chested Sandro and Ula. The slithery vamp effect
conjured by the dress vanished as soon as Ula tried disco. Sandro did
his best with her. He shoved her around the dance floor like the weird
old Latino at Penn Station who did the Rumba with a blow-up porn
doll taped to his feet. Penny didn't want to think what kind of sex those
two engaged in but it dawned on her that the only Sandro Ula likely
ever got was a battery-operated plastic one.
Ula drifted into her tidal seaweed dance. Sandro gave up on her
and wandered into his own space with trance dance. Everyone began
watching him now, a thing so rare to see. They made room around him
and watched him in a circle under the pulsing lights. Even Maia,
surrounded by her admirers, watched him.
Shiny with sweat, and before the music even began to wind
down, Sandro stopped dancing and followed Ula towards Maia's golden
throne in the V.I.P. booth.
His wife looked like a vampire and smelled like a corpse, even
under her vegetal fumes.
He watched his angel dance with Max as Ula tugged him into
Maia's orbit.
All eyes were on Max, the star; except hers, they were so far
away. How could it have come to this? He shut his eyes and let himself
drown in the music.
Along the way Ula was snagged by some downtown parasite, so
he spun alone into the seat next to Maia. She took his chin in her hand
and looked into his eyes. He could never fool her.
"What is it baby? Is it Max?"
"No, I want them happy, Maia."
"Max is never gonna be happy, and he isn't ever gonna make
her happy."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, he's using, Sandro. Look at 'em, they're both high as
kites. Lucy in the sky."
He saw it now. He buried his drunken head in her breast and
wept.
She brushed aside his hair and kissed his clammy brow.
"Oui, c'est triste. Oh, baby, why didn't you take her when you
had the chance?"
She didn't know how triste it really was.
"What am I going to do?"
"Get Max away from her."
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