sitting plumply

She could tell right away my blood runs cold. The night wore on, the alcohol diluting every thought and discussions of the business, show business, often took hold among the singers and the Big E, our most serious semi-professional, sitting plumply as he slowly turned the pages of his loose leaf binder. Dan was a working professional musician except he didn’t really get paid to sing. The Big E and Dan had union cards, received at least occasional pay, at other times, for performance.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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