In need of his five o’clock Tanqueray and tonic, a dire need after an all-day mandatory ethics seminar, Vernon took his chances at the Hotel DeLuxa. Nashville had gone hotter than hell’s boiler room, and the DeLuxa offered the lone walkable glimmer of refinement in this South of Broadway wasteland. A glimmer only. The DeLuxa was sterile and grayed over, with not one velour cushion to ease Vernon’s trick back moaning from the seminar’s unforgiving stackable chair. He’d been nonchargeable all week, sidelined, and without much glimmer there on that turning around, either. A young lady bartender with elaborate arm
This Time Oughta Go Different
