'Yes.'
He looked thoughtful. 'Not that I recall.'
'Trust me, you would have remembered. They've got all these rides and exhibits designed to show you how things worked back on Earth before the time of the Curtain. There are clunky little cars that you drive without using amber to rez the engines and miniature houses where you can't even turn on the dishwasher with psi energy. Really weird.'
'Doesn't sound familiar.'
'Sheesh. Do you mean to tell me that your folks didn't take you there on vacation when you were a kid?'
'We usually spent our vacations at one of my mom's excavation sites.'
'That is pathetic.'
'I thought it was sort of interesting at the time.' He shrugged. 'But maybe you had to be there.'
'Right. Well, the reason I mentioned it is because this club is what you might call an adult version of Earth World. Over the top.'
'Thanks for the heads-up. I'll try not to walk around with my mouth hanging open.'
He was very cool about it, she thought, watching him out of the corner of her eye, but he had to be at least somewhat impressed by the lobby. Sure, he had been around. That didn't change the fact that there was nothing like The Road to the Ruins back home in Aurora Springs.
The black-and-amber theme had been expanded upon in the lobby where the ebony walls and floor gleamed in the natural green glow of a number of large alien artifacts. The relics were museum quality and emitted a faint tingle of psi energy. The collection included a massive quartz sarcophagus, a couple of elaborately worked columns, and an assortment of urns and vases. The pieces had been placed at random around the shadowy space in a way that suggested the viewer had just walked into a mysterious, heretofore undiscovered archaeological site.
A wide, shimmering waterfall lit with green lights formed a curtain across one entire wall. The cascade of chartreuse water splashed into a pool to the accompaniment of the sultry beat of a rez-jazz number. An amber- colored pathway snaked around the rim of the pool and vanished behind the waterfall.
A hostess dressed in a diaphanous gown decorated with three strategically placed fabric triangles appeared.
'Please allow me to show you to your table,' she said softly. She gave Cooper an intimate smile before she turned to lead the way along the waterfall path.
The back of the hostess's gown plunged so low that it revealed an inch or two of the cleavage that divided her buttocks.
Elly glanced at Cooper and saw that he was watching the woman's swaying hips. There was an expression of amused interest on his face.
'If you start drooling,' Elly warned, 'I swear, we're leaving.'
'Sorry. It's just that you don't see a lot of dresses like that one back in Aurora Springs.' He turned his attention to the waterfall. 'You know, I don't want to be a poor sport or look like I'm from out of town, but I just had this jacket cleaned.'
'Don't worry, you won't get wet,' Elly assured him. 'It's actually a series of waterfalls, and they're all very carefully placed to give an illusion of a solid wall of water.'
The path wound through the tiers of cascading emerald waters. When they emerged on the opposite side, Cooper checked his coat and seemed satisfied that it had not sustained any water damage.
The hostess led them to a curved booth upholstered in black velvet. The table was inlaid with glass and amber and lit from underneath.
When they were seated and the hostess had departed, Elly leaned back and watched Cooper take in his surroundings.
The lobby decor only hinted at the atmosphere of exotic, alien mystery that the decorators had obviously sought to achieve. Here in the main room and in the casino, a portion of which was visible from where she and Cooper sat, the theme had been pushed to the max.
The entire back wall of the old warehouse had been removed to expose the section of the glowing Dead City Wall behind it. The expanse of luminous quartz provided the ultimate in mood lighting for the interior of the club, bathing the scene in an otherworldly glow.
Several more massive artifacts were strewn about the scene. The effect of so many relics massed together combined with the wall, itself, infused the intimate darkness with the gently intoxicating aura of psi energy.
A singer dressed in a long, green, skintight gown breathed the words of a lush, sensual song of doomed passion into the microphone. On the glowing dance floor, couples drifted in the shadows.
Elly smiled, feeling a little smug. 'Pretty amazing, isn't it?'
'Well, it sure isn't the Rendezvous Room back in Aurora Springs,' Cooper said.
'Certainly struck me that way the first time Phillip and Garrick brought me here. Okay, I got you inside. Now what happens, Mr. Enforcer?'
'The first rule of investigation is to avoid attracting attention. We're going to act like we're a real couple out to enjoy each other's company tonight.'
'How do you suggest we do that?'
'We order drinks, and then we dance.'
She stiffened, her mind flashing back to the few times they had danced together. On those occasions she had tended to melt like over-rezzed amber in his arms. Dancing with Cooper was dangerous.
'What's the matter?' Cooper watched a waiter glide toward them through the shadows. 'Afraid to dance with me?'
'Don't be ridiculous.' She needed to fortify herself for the ordeal, she thought.
'What can I bring you?' the waiter asked, setting a bowl of nuts on the glass-and-amber table.
'I'll have an Emerald Ghost,' she said.
'A fun drink,' the waiter said approvingly. He gave Cooper an inquiring look. 'And for you, sir?'
'Whiskey,' Cooper said. 'Straight up. First Generation, if you have it.'
'Of course, sir. The Road prides itself on a well-stocked backbar. I'll return in a few minutes.'
When he returned he carried a small tray that held the whiskey and a tall glass filled with a frothy concoction adorned with a familiar-looking swizzle stick. He set the violently green drink and the whiskey on the table and left.
Cooper watched Elly sip the drink through a straw. 'So that's an Emerald Ghost.'
'Uh-huh.' She drank some more very quickly.
'Looks like something that oozed out of the catacombs.'
'It's very tasty.' She was feeling better already, she decided. She could handle a dance with Cooper.
He drank a little whiskey and sat quietly, absorbing his surroundings.
'Ready to dance?' he asked after a few minutes.
She slid out of the booth and allowed him to escort her onto the dance floor.
Cooper drew her into his arms, enveloping her in his heat and masculinity. She waged a brief but valiant struggle with her willpower, but the sensual rhythms of the music were her undoing.
Dancing with Cooper was one of the good memories of their time together in Aurora Springs.
Last night's bout of passion had been all fireworks and hot lust. Tonight was a different proposition altogether. Dancing with Cooper was all about a slow, seductive heat that built steadily deep inside, intoxicating her senses.
'Did I ever tell you that I like the way you smell?' he said, his mouth very close to her ear.
'Uh, no. No, I don't think you ever said anything like that.'
'Drives me crazy.'
'Really?' She tipped her head back to get a better look at his face. 'The way I smell drives you crazy?'
'Is that so hard to believe?'
'Well, yes, frankly. I mean, I certainly never noticed you going crazy when we were dating back in Aurora
