The South Seas Room is silver light, generous drinks, and the best band in town. At night, the fashionable crowd leaves swimming pools and beaches to haunt the end of the bar. It's a friendly place. Go there by yourself, and chances are you'll leave with company. Someone is borrowing the pretty people though, and not returning them.
Convertibles, neon signs, and Gin Rickeys . . . a sea of light all theway to the Pacific Ocean. This is January 1948 and Santa Teresa, California . . . perfume and color so real you might not want to come back.
