truthpurveyor
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“THE BANSHEE CLUB”
The creaking sign declared as it swung in the breeze, a single unimposing bulb casting it’s dim light on it.
Walking up to the two bouncers I accepted their scrutiny and paid the exuberant cover charge as they nodded approval to enter.
It was all I had been prepared for, the building filled with sweating bodies, grinding and bumping against each other in tune to the flashing lights and reverberating music…
“And they said Disco was dead” I muttered to myself, pressing thru the throng and towards the center bar. “Give me a cold one?” I called out over the din, collaring a stool and settling onto it.
The beer was good, chilled to perfection, it’s smooth flavor sliding down my parched throat as I leaned against the bar top and looked about. “No doubt about it” I told myself “You’re the oldest person in this place and you haven’t reached thirty yet.”
The words were more than just a casual observation; the floor was jammed with young bodies, all in perfect shape and all equally caught up in the constant din of the music. In fact, I was feeling the “mood” myself, my body starting to twitch and move to the pounding beat.
“Another cold one” I queried and was instantly gratified as the chilled wet bottle touched my fingertips.
“You’re not very busy for a bar that’s this crowded, “ I observed in conversation to the barmaid polishing the already gleaming counter.
“Once the music starts, it sucks…No tips…no orders…nothing” She confirmed as she stopped in front of me “But they pay well and never balk when I ask for days off”
“So tell me how this club got its name?” I prompted her, seeing as how she had time on her hands and hopefully information to boot. “And why did the owner put it out here in this godforsaken country?”
“HEY Mister, You a cop? Cause we paid them off this month already…and you guys aren’t supposed to be back for two weeks” The green eyed woman asked with a raised eyebrow.
“No, no cop and not a private dick, either” I returned “Just a lost soul who’s stranded till I get my “ride” fixed.”
“Car trouble?” She asked as she served me another iced brew “That’s tough, ‘cause the nearest service shop is over 40 miles from here…”
“What about the garage next to the motel? I thought I saw pumps and a hoist, inside it?” I pointed out as she leaned over the counter.
“It’s been closed for over a year, the last owner died when the car he was working on fell on him” She sad with a sad smile “It’s been exactly that way since the day it happened”
“I’m pretty handy with my hands” I said, then laughed at her “I’ve heard that one before” expression and clarified “I mean I can fix the old wreck myself, if I had the tools and a place to do it?”
“Oh sorry” She said with a lopsided grin “I thought you were…well, you know”
“Oh Lord…. Never” I chuckled, then added “At least not on our first date”
The smile that rewarded me made me grin in response as it lit up her face. She was a sweet looking gal, one that was as lost in this crowd as I confessed to be… “Maybe you could steer me towards the people that own the paper to the garage?” I asked as I finished the last swallow of beer.
“That’s easy, the whole corner is owned by the same person” She giggled “My Boss bought everything at once, letting the people in the garage and motel stay while SHE renovated this place.”
Placing a twenty on the counter I nodded as I stood and confirmed “So you’ll introduce me tomorrow?”
With a nod and a wave goodbye she told me she would “See me late afternoon” and once again I pressed into the waves of human flesh, moving towards the door.
The creaking sign declared as it swung in the breeze, a single unimposing bulb casting it’s dim light on it.
Walking up to the two bouncers I accepted their scrutiny and paid the exuberant cover charge as they nodded approval to enter.
It was all I had been prepared for, the building filled with sweating bodies, grinding and bumping against each other in tune to the flashing lights and reverberating music…
“And they said Disco was dead” I muttered to myself, pressing thru the throng and towards the center bar. “Give me a cold one?” I called out over the din, collaring a stool and settling onto it.
The beer was good, chilled to perfection, it’s smooth flavor sliding down my parched throat as I leaned against the bar top and looked about. “No doubt about it” I told myself “You’re the oldest person in this place and you haven’t reached thirty yet.”
The words were more than just a casual observation; the floor was jammed with young bodies, all in perfect shape and all equally caught up in the constant din of the music. In fact, I was feeling the “mood” myself, my body starting to twitch and move to the pounding beat.
“Another cold one” I queried and was instantly gratified as the chilled wet bottle touched my fingertips.
“You’re not very busy for a bar that’s this crowded, “ I observed in conversation to the barmaid polishing the already gleaming counter.
“Once the music starts, it sucks…No tips…no orders…nothing” She confirmed as she stopped in front of me “But they pay well and never balk when I ask for days off”
“So tell me how this club got its name?” I prompted her, seeing as how she had time on her hands and hopefully information to boot. “And why did the owner put it out here in this godforsaken country?”
“HEY Mister, You a cop? Cause we paid them off this month already…and you guys aren’t supposed to be back for two weeks” The green eyed woman asked with a raised eyebrow.
“No, no cop and not a private dick, either” I returned “Just a lost soul who’s stranded till I get my “ride” fixed.”
“Car trouble?” She asked as she served me another iced brew “That’s tough, ‘cause the nearest service shop is over 40 miles from here…”
“What about the garage next to the motel? I thought I saw pumps and a hoist, inside it?” I pointed out as she leaned over the counter.
“It’s been closed for over a year, the last owner died when the car he was working on fell on him” She sad with a sad smile “It’s been exactly that way since the day it happened”
“I’m pretty handy with my hands” I said, then laughed at her “I’ve heard that one before” expression and clarified “I mean I can fix the old wreck myself, if I had the tools and a place to do it?”
“Oh sorry” She said with a lopsided grin “I thought you were…well, you know”
“Oh Lord…. Never” I chuckled, then added “At least not on our first date”
The smile that rewarded me made me grin in response as it lit up her face. She was a sweet looking gal, one that was as lost in this crowd as I confessed to be… “Maybe you could steer me towards the people that own the paper to the garage?” I asked as I finished the last swallow of beer.
“That’s easy, the whole corner is owned by the same person” She giggled “My Boss bought everything at once, letting the people in the garage and motel stay while SHE renovated this place.”
Placing a twenty on the counter I nodded as I stood and confirmed “So you’ll introduce me tomorrow?”
With a nod and a wave goodbye she told me she would “See me late afternoon” and once again I pressed into the waves of human flesh, moving towards the door.