What must she be like by the end of the evening? Like a bear with a sore head. Perhaps it's shifts. Should be, otherwise it doesn't seem fair. Oh, what a lot of stairs! I'm exhausted already. Better be careful when I leave, might fall from top to bottom. Could do if I got drunk. Wonder if anyone has? Perhaps she'd catch me. Don't think so somehow. Doesn't look the type.
Oh here we are. I can hear music now. Quite a racket once you get up here.
Oh dear, there're only three people here, including me. I was right about threes. Oh yes, and a woman behind the bar. Four. A lot of noise. Where's it coming from? Oh, I didn't realise, there's a deejay, like that man said – in the corner. It's so dark I couldn't see. She's very energetic. Never stops moving: snapping her fingers; doing little dance steps. She should come out on the floor and do a turn. Cheer us all up – all four of us.
"What, two pounds fifty for a vodka and lime? Oh, it's a double is it? Is that automatic? No, it's okay. I just wondered. Thanks very much. Oh, could I have ice please?"
Is that expensive? Not sure. It's a long time since I bought myself a drink. Don't drink often anyway, but I think you need to here. It's all right though. The music is lively enough. That dance music stuff, hip-hop or whatever you call it that Carol plays all the time. I don't mind it. And the lights moving around ... they're pretty. I suppose the walls are black but it's so dark I can't be sure. But, oh, somebody's dancing, just one woman, by herself. Oh, this drink is strong. Still, I've got a seat and a table to myself. It's nice.
She's quite a good dancer. Moody, romantic. Wouldn't have thought you could move like that to this sort of music, but she's doing a good job of it. She's very thin. Nothing to her. She's got long hair though, which is more than I have. Maybe I shouldn't have cut it. Still, she's miles younger than me. No more than twenty I should think. I think you can get too old for long hair. Mutton dressed as lamb.
Now look, someone's come up to her! Where did she spring from? I didn't see her come in. She's young too. Very dark eyes. Much shorter hair. Shorter than some boys have it. Suits her, though. Makes more of her cheekbones. She could be a model, that one. Bit short though. Have to be tall to be a model. Oh she's put her arms round her now, and the one with the long hair is putting her head on her shoulder. How sweet! They're dancing very slowly now, more like rocking really, like babes in the wood. Still seems to fit the music though. Amazing really, this kind of music on Top of the Pops would have the audience jerking like puppets on a string: all twitchy and fast and robotic. Funny thing, rhythm. Oh look, they are sweet! Amazing how good they look together. Not at all odd, like you might expect. A perfect combination. No one steps on anyone's toes either, I've noticed that. No galumphing great feet to keep out of the way of. I wonder what brought them together this evening? Were they drawn to each other like moths to a flame? Did their glances meet across an un -crowded room? (More likely they arrived together and one just came out of the loo! Oh well.)
Suppose I could try dancing too. No one to dance with. More women here now. It's funny how un nervous I am. So long as they leave me alone, I mean. Quite happy as an observer. Won't dip my toe in the water just yet; let it flow by.
Good Heavens, leather vest and leather jeans! And muscles! She must be freezing. Be all right when it warms up though. When more people are here. I came a bit early I think. Like Don used to. Oops that's the drink talking! Better get another one before the bar gets too crowded. Everyone stands by the bar. Quite a lot of people now. Have
Oh here we are. I can hear music now. Quite a racket once you get up here.
Oh dear, there're only three people here, including me. I was right about threes. Oh yes, and a woman behind the bar. Four. A lot of noise. Where's it coming from? Oh, I didn't realise, there's a deejay, like that man said – in the corner. It's so dark I couldn't see. She's very energetic. Never stops moving: snapping her fingers; doing little dance steps. She should come out on the floor and do a turn. Cheer us all up – all four of us.
"What, two pounds fifty for a vodka and lime? Oh, it's a double is it? Is that automatic? No, it's okay. I just wondered. Thanks very much. Oh, could I have ice please?"
Is that expensive? Not sure. It's a long time since I bought myself a drink. Don't drink often anyway, but I think you need to here. It's all right though. The music is lively enough. That dance music stuff, hip-hop or whatever you call it that Carol plays all the time. I don't mind it. And the lights moving around ... they're pretty. I suppose the walls are black but it's so dark I can't be sure. But, oh, somebody's dancing, just one woman, by herself. Oh, this drink is strong. Still, I've got a seat and a table to myself. It's nice.
She's quite a good dancer. Moody, romantic. Wouldn't have thought you could move like that to this sort of music, but she's doing a good job of it. She's very thin. Nothing to her. She's got long hair though, which is more than I have. Maybe I shouldn't have cut it. Still, she's miles younger than me. No more than twenty I should think. I think you can get too old for long hair. Mutton dressed as lamb.
Now look, someone's come up to her! Where did she spring from? I didn't see her come in. She's young too. Very dark eyes. Much shorter hair. Shorter than some boys have it. Suits her, though. Makes more of her cheekbones. She could be a model, that one. Bit short though. Have to be tall to be a model. Oh she's put her arms round her now, and the one with the long hair is putting her head on her shoulder. How sweet! They're dancing very slowly now, more like rocking really, like babes in the wood. Still seems to fit the music though. Amazing really, this kind of music on Top of the Pops would have the audience jerking like puppets on a string: all twitchy and fast and robotic. Funny thing, rhythm. Oh look, they are sweet! Amazing how good they look together. Not at all odd, like you might expect. A perfect combination. No one steps on anyone's toes either, I've noticed that. No galumphing great feet to keep out of the way of. I wonder what brought them together this evening? Were they drawn to each other like moths to a flame? Did their glances meet across an un -crowded room? (More likely they arrived together and one just came out of the loo! Oh well.)
Suppose I could try dancing too. No one to dance with. More women here now. It's funny how un nervous I am. So long as they leave me alone, I mean. Quite happy as an observer. Won't dip my toe in the water just yet; let it flow by.
Good Heavens, leather vest and leather jeans! And muscles! She must be freezing. Be all right when it warms up though. When more people are here. I came a bit early I think. Like Don used to. Oops that's the drink talking! Better get another one before the bar gets too crowded. Everyone stands by the bar. Quite a lot of people now. Have
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