This post is written in response to:
– GirlieOnTheEdge Six Sentence Stories (the prompt word for this week is MUNDANE)
– As a continuation of the Wakefield Doctrine‘s submission; you are kindly asked to read that first and then come back here!
– whatever is that we are drinking/smoking at The Six Sentence Café & Bistro (SSC&B)…in more eloquent wordage : ” It’s becoming a place where a body can go to watch what happens when characters, avatars and ego projections are allowed to relax and hang out with each other.”
Here goes nothing!
“Bad ju ju, my man; maybe someday, but,” as I glanced, for a brief second past the would-be employee, to the far side of the SSC&B ,nodded and smiled to the tall thin man, “But not tonight”.
Normally, the tone of my voice alone would be more than sufficient for this determined student to do an 180 asap; still he managed to form a few words under the sound of the glasses on his tray keeping the tempo of his tremolo :
” But, but sir, mun-“
“Dane is your mother, roight?” said the man joining me;
right hand locking with mine in a greeting known only to the ones who do as they say & only say what they will do,
eyes locked at the prospect’s face in a way that would make anyone but the Shelby brothers drop what they are doing and tactically retreat.
“Yes sir, somewhere in her lineage – though I doubt she is to blame for the fall of Mercia in 873 AD” the cheeky bastard replied as he finally accepted his fate, starting to walk towards the backroom with the dishwashers;
“Take the rest of the night off” the Alchemist, also known as the bartender, said to the, not so determined by now, student as she approached us with that smile on her face no one can resist.
“He’s a good lad, don’t give him too hard of a time – just a bit of conditioning, the SSC&B way!” she whispered, hugging both of us and laying two drums of Heavily Peated Port Charlotte on our table.
3.30 am and all seven of us are gathering around our carved table – magic is about to happen;
I already know who operated the turntable ( by the finesse landing of the stylus on the vinyl)
and as Tina sings Now you know the Night time is the Right time, the inscription on the table becomes alive once again:
Because dear friend,…