Stories tagged “bar”
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Martini
I had been staring down the martini for the past 2 hours, not able to bring myself to choke it down. What was it with this place? Dim lights, mild piano music. It was like I was stuck to my seat and had no will to pull myself off. The martini called to...
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Moving parts
The coffee shop across the plaza had looked warm and inviting from her window. A pink and blue neon sign, that she’d not quite been able to make out hung in the steamed window, from which yellow light poured warmly onto the shiny, rain drenched c...
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Fearful Whispers in the Dark
Breathing building to a feral pace, Thomas slid from his cot. Eyes darting back and forth in the dark, he shoved and contorted his pillow and sheet under the blanket to create a decoy. Surprised at a nimbleness he hardly remembered, he clambered up to ...
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How Do You Kill a Zombie?
“So how exactly do you kill a zombie?” Jerry slurred next to me, sipping a Bloody Mary. “Jeez, Jerry, you bash its brains out,” Evie said. “Not rocket surgery.” “Just asking. I heard that they actually can surv...
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I Drink Therefore I Am
“The truth is,” he said, “the truth is, I hate robots.” His breath reeked of the gin that sloshed over the edge of his glass. “You know what I hate?” he asked. “Robots?” I said. “Robots,” he s...
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Now you can't leave
The bartender stopped wiping the glass he had been absently cleaning, and silence seemed to envelop the bar as I could feel the weight of a dozen pairs of eyes on me. “What’s wrong with you people?” I challenged. I wasn’t worrie...
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Domo Arigato...
I backed towards the door, hands held up in my best imitation of a peaceful gesture. I worked my smile hydraulics as hard as I could, hoping that my expression would calm them down. This would be a bad time to screw up. “Look, I don’t want ...
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Not the Best Realization
In the mirror behind the bar Karl considered his own angular features. The chin was a bit prominent, and the eyes were a little dark. Even in a mood as he was, he wouldn’t call himself unattractive. No, there was another problem. Missy came to a ...
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Thursday at Sinister's
It was late. Most everyone had cleared out for the night. Only the few sad regulars remained. “Curse them,” said the man with the green tailcoat. “Curse them all. I’ll make them all pay!” “You say that every night,&#...
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Drunken Memories
Samuel had been thinking of HER, again. He always thought of Her when he drank his heaviest. She had golden hair and laughing eyes. She was so spirited. Perhaps that’s why she’d left. Perhaps he was only a small pit stop on her journey of l...
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Saturday Night Fury
Sinister’s usually did good business on Saturdays. Supervillainy rarely went well on weekends. The machine, who went by Kiv (short for “Kill Vehicle 9000”), sat on his usual stool, drinking his usual drink – 190 proof alcohol. A...
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We Are Lost
A man sat alone, hunched over the counter of a bar in England. As he sipped at his beer, he plunged into thought. He thought of the pressure that had been put on him all his life. Pressure from his parents, his teachers, his bosses. They were expectati...
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The Sweet Symphony
“Am here for a shot.” – “Sure thing.” The bartender replied. – “Who’s on the stage tonight.” – “Some girl back east, they say she has the touch of an angel on the guitar.” – ...
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An exercise in "There was," heartache and beer.
There was beer. There was lots of beer in various shades of amber. There was beer in oversized pitchers, glass bottles and cups. There were people drinking together at the bar. There were people drinking together at the table. There was a small plate o...
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Karaoke Night at The Ed Sullivan Theatre
They crowded in quickly chosing the tables that suited their purposes. Up in front, Jane Mansfield sat strategically posed for possible career opportunities while behind her facing the bar Marilyn Monroe giggled and blew a kiss to Rock Hudson who winke...
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A Detective's Requiem
a tiny bar, The Orange Oreo, in Ficland Heights “Evenin’ Miss Gwen.” “Evening sir. The usual?” “The usual, ‘cept make it a twee bit stronger, it’s a rough night.” The customer slumped onto one of th...
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The Piano Man
She used to visit the bar every saturday night as the usual crowd began to shuffle out. She’d only sit in the second booth down from the shoddy platform we liked to call a stage. It was the only one left from old days. Someone once asked her why ...
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After the Call
Becky was having a great time. Her plan was to dance the night away with Juan and her friends. She went to the bar to get another drink. “I’ve got it bartender,” a very familiar voice said. She never turned her head as she felt him le...
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Acting Tough
It was hard acting tough all the time. Julia sneered at the overweight drunken oaf across the counter from her who had just asked her to come home with him for the seventh time that night. “Honey, you couldn’t live through foreplay with me...
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On Butterfly Wings: Void
“One more, please,” she requested, holding her glass forward for me to take. I hesitated; she’s been here for hours, and this would have been her 27th drink. Not a good sign. However, I relented. If she had problems, they’re her...
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On Butterfly Wings III: Nosebleed
“You know what a black hole is, don’t you?” she continued. I started to regret ever nodding. “You see, we worked on the principle that singularities have the capability to drag spacetime to such an extent that it actually creat...
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The Bar
It was the kind of bar you don’t expect to meet up with a lady in. Hazy smoke drifted lazily among the broken ceiling fans, whiskey straight was the most common order, and trucker hats and flannel were the main fashion choice, though not the kind...
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Midnight Wouldn't Be Enough
We talked until midnight Opened an empty bar We shared our lives Over a worn wooden table And pints. We talked, and shared And sat together in that empty bar You said that we’d go Once we ran out of things To talk about. And while we had plenty, ...
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Sometimes It Works
He walks into the bar, filled with false bravado as pick-up lines run through his head. He scans the room, searching for the perfect candidate. At the bar sits a raven-haired beauty hiding behind her locks, sullen, not talking to anyone. He sidles over...
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Quickie
Emma and Robert are sitting in the quiet non-smoking area of a bar in a five star hotel. The plush couches and soft pillows exude an opulence that neither is quite accustomed to. Raucous laughter drifts from the smoking section. Emma orders for both. &...