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The Cellar Bar.

Barrel-vaulted ceilings, ancient chandeliers, loud system, soft lights. Women dancing behind the bar, grasping on to wrought-iron concoctions lit with neon lights. $8 bottled beers. Wines ranging in prices up to $19/glass. Leather sofas.

This was more of a club than a bar. Small, yet with ample dancing real estate, which we used. Boy, did we ever. At one point, Adam, later pleading too drunk to remember, busted out the Robot.

The dialects went well at this point, with dancing always being an option to cutaway, and having more time to practice and more alcohol in the old system. We had to remember to use words such as "Lift," when presented with an elevator and so on... plus we threw in a few blatant stereotypical phrases to try to get a laugh out of each other.

As the night progressed further into morning, the ladies' feet, particularly Christine's, began to feel the pain of walking around NYC all day, and she permanently sidelined herself.

So, we ended up getting into our backgrounds and such. Since Adam only really knew of two locations in London, he ended up answering the "Where in London are you from?" question with none other than "Trafalgar Square."

Apparently he thought "Piccadilly Circus" was too unbelievable.

A few more dances, and a few more drinks (paid for by the ladies - a little dialect goes a long way), and the morning had wound its way around to 4:00am.

The music stopped, the lights came on, and everyone poured out of the bar onto the sidewalks of 40th Street.

There was quite a bit of awkward standing around, before I spoke up.

"Any place around here serve tea this time of night?"
"Ooh, yeah. I could do a bit of that," Adam chimed in. "And maybe some breakfast."

Christine added her two cents, noting a great diner around the corner from their hotel. She then proceeded to attempt to pry one of the Hyenas off of Debra, which almost resulted in a fight. But that is an entirely different story altogether.

Suffice it to say, in two shakes of a lambs tail, or thereabouts, Adam, Christine, Debra, and myself were in a cab heading for a local diner, with the ladies' calling out insults on the Tools an praising the likes of us Limeys.