They were dancing the Madison. The hard beat of the music reverberated in the big room, throbbing waves of sound crashing one over the other, colliding, reeling, making the whole house tremble. The dancers were charged with the hard beat, the two lines of them facing each other, approaching, falling back, pivoting, wheeling, each one alone yet part of the group. Wild-eyed and drunk with the rhythm, they danced and danced with a furious, unconscious skill, clapping their hands and calling the beat.
Evvie danced with them, her face flushed, her fine eyes sparkling with pleasure. She was with it all the way. For a time Ring danced opposite her, then it was Dodo. "Clash with Dodo, baby - clash!" said Dodo as they came together, rocking and swaying. "Dodo wants to kiss you, baby. Down there, baby. Mmmm!" Dodo's eyes were fixed in concupiscence on Evvie's crotch. Evvie's slacks were tight, and her mound of Venus was outlined under the material.
"Ready now sinners - the Gimp!" It was Jujube calling the Madison steps. The beat became harder, more compelling, as the dancers fell into a routine which had them hopping about with one leg game and stiff. It was exaggerated, even distatsteful, but Evvie danced along with the others and drank thirstily from a paper cup filled with dago red. The room smelled of sweat and cheap wine and marijuana. The dance rose to a jolting, stomping climax. The plaster Buddha rocked off the mantel and shattered on the floor. The sound of its breaking was lost in the uproar. It might as well have been a pillow falling.
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