"I kinda liked the damned place. Wouldn't mind staying there."
A little voice in the back of my mind said "Hm! Something's fishy."
"I heard it was lousy," I told Arden. "Not to start an argument."
"We liked it. Can't you keep your eyeballs off my legs?"
Matter of fact, I hardly could. From looking for scars, I had passed to just looking. I tried higher up and only got absorbed again. There were some things about Arden, if you overlooked her acting, that were spectacular.
"Who's the girl lately?" she asked.
"Nobody important. Who's the boy?"
She shrugged, and her dress nearly slid off her shoulder. "Nobody important. My drink's gone. Let's go get another."
We wove around people and moved to Kettering's kitchen. It was nice to be with her again, and I could tell she thought so too. And I owed it to myself, my career, and to Myron to stay with her just a bit longer. The fact that I couldn't see any scars didn't prove there weren't any. I would try to get a chance for a more thorough check. The sense of touch versus the sense of sight.
"You people did a wonderful job in 'Mars Hazard,'" I said. "I suppose the party is kind of in your honor." Then I noticed something, and ran my eyes over the crowd to check. "It looks like Renn only invited the actors from the Mars part of the film!"