Private Nightclub for Two

Hauling Riley indoors before the night got too cold was an easy call, especially now that her new hard plastic case makes carrying her feel like hauling high-end stage gear. I slipped her through the half-open glass door of the media console and parked her right against the warm chassis of an illuminated tube amplifier. To set the mood, I rolled a solid aluminum headphone plug adapter flat beside her feet as an elevated cocktail perch, then leaned in close under the warm amber vacuum tube glow. Cozy, whisper-quiet, and zero velvet rope to get in.