The whole thing had been a mess from start to finish. Everybody seemed to be “on something” and it all just escalated. The bongo player took off her top and wasn’t even aware of what the models were up to behind her. The redhead started firing her pistol into the ceiling, laughing hysterically.
Nobody remembered a thing the next morning. At some point he must have died in his bathtub.
They all just thought he had passed out.
One of the pin-ups thought she recalled seeing this one brunette sitting in the corner. "Looked like a female Rasputin and kept giving everybody the eye," she told the Cops. They never found her. It was as if she never existed.