stony

The bass from the penthouse speakers vibrated through the floorboards, but in the quiet alcove behind the bar, the noise felt miles away. The gala was in full swing. Half of Manhattan's elite were swirling around the main room, laughing, clinking champagne glasses, Tony had been a flawless host for the first three hours—wearing a sharp, tailored tuxedo, flashing his signature grin, and charming every donor in sight. Thats all Steve had been looking at all night..