Full Moon

[Guest]

Moon gazed over at the setting sun. A blaze of brilliant colors streaked through the scattered clouds. Seagulls lazily covered the otherwise empty sky. The smell of burnt firewood and salty seaweed filled her nostrils. Ah, such a feeling of inner peace.

How long did it take to get here, she thinks silently. So many years of turmoil. Broken promises and broken dreams no longer adhered to her agenda. They were only faint memories of history. She had finally arrived, achieved that peace of promised land of yonder days.

The only thing she yearned.....and only admitted on occasion, was a mate to share her happiness with.

Sure, she could get a *fuck* any time she needed. And did. But they didn't last more then a *fuck or two* and she was finished with them. They were lucky when they got the *two*. There weren't many that could fill her desires.

So, alone and quite content, she watched the beautiful show before her. She certainly didn't expect......

 

[sulamaire]

Sully dropped from the deck of the sailboat into the dinghy. He had been a little late dropping anchor and by the time he had the boat secured, the lines put away and sipped a beer in the last rays of a beautiful sunset, he could no longer make out the features of the town.

It was a shallow cove, a small town, no other boats alongside,.......... peaceful. But, How to pick his way to the darkened beach between the arms of the reef which protected the beech? The sea was breaking up onto the beach, which promised an interesting challenging single handed landing of the little dinghy.

His eye picked out a lone fire on the beach and he decided to use it as his heading point. As he neared the beach, the fire glimmered on the surface of the water, broken now by the rollers breaking with a hushed shushhhhhh against the beach.

He picked a wave to ride to the beach, then tipped up the little engine and hopped onto the beach, pulling the boat up out of the surf.

He stood brushing off the sand and staring into the blind spot of the fire. He could see a figure profiled by the light of the fire.

"Hallo!" he offered tentatively.

 

[Guest]

She watched a lone boat heading her way. It appeared to be using her fire as a pointer. The small boat caught a wave and rode it into shore. A solatary figure hopped out of the dinghy, and brought it to shore.

"Hallo" She heard him say.

"Greetings." She simply stated. She stood up on the sandy beach and strolled over to help secure his boat. She caught a glimps of his muscular body in the fading light.

 

[sulamaire]

"Thanks, ……..much. Also for the guiding light! Hope I’m not intruding. " Together they lugged the dinghy high on the berm built up by the waves. They heaved a joint sigh of relief from the effort.

She was rather lanky, athletic looking. She wore an open blouse over a bikini swimsuit and he watched her breasts sway comfortably as she bent to lift her side of the boat. The fire lighted her tanned face from the side and highlighted the whiteness of her teeth. Nice smile, he thought.

"I suppose this is your private Island and I’m trespassing," he laughed. "By the way, I’m Sully," he said, offering his hand. "Hope there's food on your Island!"

 

[Guest]

Thank you for deciding upon my apparel

I helped him bring his boat to shore, then noticed his glaring eyes. Just what was he seeing, I wondered.

I glanced down at my white sundress, barely covering my breasts, and decided perhaps another button should be fast. Instead of being obvious, I decided to call upon my two German Shepards. One never knew when protection was in order, and they were never far away.

I motioned for them to come. I had trained them so i would not need a whistle, in case I did not want to alert a specific possible danger. They bounded to me immediately, and took a specific stance, warning our new possible intrusion to be wary.

With them by my side, I looked at our univited guest, and blatantly buttoned my dress to a more suitable position.

"I suppose this is your private Island and I’m trespassing," I hear him say lamely. "By the way, I’m Sully,"

"Right sully,
this is my private island called america. Welcome corruptwhitemanthatwilldestroymylandandleavemehomeless." I say sarcastically.

One of the dogs growl, and I say lovingly, "easy, boy, he might be ok."

 

[sulamaire]

"Ah, ..... hehe. Sorry about that ma'am! I'm just a little ol' Aussie going walkabout -- looking for other smiling faces. Maybe, as it's America, you could just direct me to the nearest McDonalds? I'll just paddle my ass down that way and say G'day!"

 

[Guest]

'fraid I haven't a clue where a mcdonalds is. I don't eat there, and try to avoid knowing any of it's locations if I can help it.

- Moon

 

[sulamaire]

"hmmmm," I mused in time with the dogs' low pitched growl, "unusual to find the natives so unfriendly this far north." All this I kept to myself. Down the beach a ways I saw the lights of a pub and headed that way.

"G'day!" I managed to say cheerfully to the stranger, as I made off. The sand crunched it's welcome under my feet.

'Billy's Boat Dock' the sign read. I swung in through the door to find a fairly lively crowd, and a warm atmosphere. An empty stool beckoned and the pretty blonde behind the bar laid a cocktail napkin in front of me and asked what I'd have.

"A friendly smile and a Foster's if you got it."

"I got it!" she smiled, and put a cold frosty one in front of me. "Where you coming from? Most people come in the front door."

"Funny you should ask! Tried my humor and wasted a smile or two on a lady and her dogs down the beach. Just hope she doesn't eat my boat while i'm gone!"

She gave a knowing grin and offered: "Well, it is her island you know! Maybe you forgot to wipe your feet?"

I watched as she moved down the bar to serve someone, then saw her point at me with her thumb, and then the two of them had a bit of a laugh in my direction. All very friendly, I thought, and sipping my beer, began surveying the patron in search of intelligent life.

 

[Guest]

"Good day to you too, Sully." I reply, watching him take off toward the local pub.

I return to my fire and settle to watch the full moon rising low in the sky. Such a beautiful evening, I think to myself.

I take out my sketch pad and begin sketching the small dinghy now perched upon my beach. With the full moon up now, and a brilliant fire, there is barely enough light. Somehow I manage to get a fairly good representation.

By then, it was about time I got myself together and head toward the pub myself. There was going to be a blues band playing there tonight, and they wanted to talk to me about doing the artwork for their next recording. So I put out my fire, and gathered my things and put them in my portfolio, and headed down there. I saw in the distance they had just arrived, and their roadies were just hauling in their equipment.

 

[sulamaire]

As my third beer arrived, cold and frosty, I had, for the most part put the odd confrontational landing out of mind and begun making eyes at the bartender's friend down the bar.

A band had begun setting up in the corner, so maybe I could wangle an invitation to sit in with them a bit later. The drummer had just dropped a cymbal, raising a cheer from the crowd as I ambled, John Wayne fachion down to the thumb pointer now staring demurely into her beer, obviously anticipating my arrival. She was probably wondering what lame pickup line I would blurt out. So was I.

"G'day, Sheila, do you go for funny accents at all? Or should I put it away and just speak good old American?

Her eyes, large, brown and smiling, swung around to arrest me in full flight. "No worry, Mate. Wha'd ja mean, 'funny accent?'"

 

[Guest]

As I reach the front of the pub, I motion for my dogs to go settle in their usual spot. They obey immediately, by laying down near the front door, giving new patrons plenty of room. They know the locals, and most stop and give them a pat on the head before entering. They've actually been intrumental in breaking up a drunken fight or two.

Glancing at the sign announcing this as 'Billy's Boat Dock' I shake my head and think, "I really need to change that sign."

I enter the pub and look around at the familiar faces. Nodding my head in acknowldgement to many, I signal Demetria, the bartender, for my usual and head for a booth in the corner. Removing the "reserved" sign I settle and wait for my contact, and my drink.

"Here ya go." Demetria smiles at me as she sets my Red Stripe beer down on the table in front of me.

"Thanks Demetria. How's the crowd response to having our first live band?" I ask.

"Ohh, Moon, I expect we will have a good crowd. The phone's been ringing off the hook, checking to see if a band was really gonna show." Deme replies.

I smile. Good ole' Billy used to have trouble getting bands to show when he owned the place, and when they did, most of 'em turned out to be a mundane 'garage band' with little talent, and a lot of ear piercing noise. Well, that was going to change. This island (ok, sulamaire, you keep insisting it's an island, so it is. ;Þ) had little entertainment, and quite a good sized population for it's size, so this should be a good venture.

I spot the young man with the dinghy over talking to Sheila, Deme's best friend. Smiling, I relax and wait.

OOC: This thread just sorta developed on it's own, with no particular idea in mind. Feel free to jump in and create your own character(s) as you wish. There is plenty of room for as many as is interested in joining.

- Moon

 

[goddess_euphoria]

Demetria (the busty blonde bartender)

Things were going well, and Moon was pleased. This bar had needed a little life brought back into it, and she had made it happen. The old scruffy saliors who had always been around were still around, along with a lot of new people, eagar to have some novelty in their lives. I wiped down the bar and glanced over at Sheila, she was flirting with the latest drifter. She glanced up at me, and I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. She stuck her tounge out at me, laughing.

Sheila went back to her drifter, and I continured filling drinks as I watched the band set up. This was going to be a great night. And we were going to make enough money that we would finally be able to do a lot of renovations on the place. As my mind wandered, one of the band members came up to the bar, he ordered his drink, and as I made it, I looked him over. He was cute, just like a lot of the men who came and went.

I handed him his drink and sighed as I watched him walk away. I loved this little island and had no intention of ever leaving, and I just wished I could find a guy who felt the same.

 

[Guest]

And the show begins

OOC: Hmmm, thanks goddess_euphoria, for resurrecting this thread. I was going to let it die by the wayside from lack of interest.

IC: I watched as Mel, the band's manager (Think of a gorgeous Mel Gipson type here) entered the bar and headed my way after spotting me. Just the sight of this man made my pussy tingle. I was going to enjoy doing business with him. I wondered how extensive our relationship would become.

I signaled Deme to bring this magnificent creature a drink, as the waitresses had not begun working yet. I had decided I'd better have two on hand for the evening, in case we really got hoping.

After Deme had gotten his order, and returned with it, he and I talked a bit about business. He described to me his idea he wanted for the 'album' cover his boys were in the studio now producing. I took a few notes, and then the band began warming up. It was obvious we would not be able to conduct much business through the music. After trying to shout a few words at each other, I suggested we wait and resume our business later, either here after the show, or at a much quieter location. He agreed, and leaned back to hearken to the agreeable sound emanating from the new makeshift stage.

Much to my pleasure, more patrons came in the door. I examined the faces of the customers, and smiled as I acknowledged their approval. This band was good, and that fact would gain trust from my customers that I had good taste. This was going to be profitable indeed.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

Ambling into the bar, every movement economical, I automatically scan the bar. The old habits die hard. I am retired - 20 years of clandestine service to my country - I still see members of the 'evil empire' behind every tree. I'm enjoying my retirement; travelling a bit and then stopping as the spirit moves me. I just arrived this afternoon and saw a flyer announcing a live band in this dump. Maybe it will pass the time...

 

[Guest]

Glancing over at bar, Debbie had just arrived and was getting her bank. The other waitress was stocking the cooler with beer, so I figured I'd take a few orders, since there were a few that had just arrived, and was finding a place to sit.

Most faces were familiar, but a new face had just come in, and I certainly wanted to make him feel welcome. I wrote down a few drink orders as I made my way toward the newcomer.

Our eyes met as I approached him. He had the most piercing blue eyes. A shiver went through me, as he continued his gaze. It felt as though he could see right through me.

"Welcome, my name is Moon," I began. "What can I get for you?"

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

With a hint of a smile I respond, "Hello Moon, I'm Thor. I see you were drinking Red Stripe. I spent a bit of time in Jamaica and developed a taste for it; and other things too." As I added the last, my eyes drifted from hers to the neck of her demurely buttoned sundress. Lifting my eyes slowly, I think "She is the owner I suspect. They always project a certain air - hard to define, but I feel it." Smiling, letting my eyes capture hers I say, "There is certainly lovely scenery on this island - what a pleasant surprise."

 

[Guest]

"Thank you, Thor." I say smiling at his compliment. "Glad you like what you see." I glance around the place, and though it's clean, it's obvious he's not referring to the run down decor of this establishment. "I just bought this place, and am hopeful to do some renovations soon. The scenery in here certainly needs some help!"

I turn back to him and allow my eyes to feast upon his handsome face.

"Back to that drink, would you like a Red Stripe? We stock many imports, if there is something else more to your liking."

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

Noticing that she is clever too - picking up on the double entendre, I reply, " Moon, if you have it I would love a weissbier; Haecker Schor, if I have a choice. I became positively addicted to it when I was in Germany (she does not have to know it was East Germany).

Drawn, somehow, I respond with a small bow, "The scenery, in my view, needs nothing."

 

[Guest]

"Then a Weissbier it is. You know, I lived in West Germany back in the late '70's, and we weren't privy to that bier at the time. Damn wall was still up then, and the communists were still playing their little games with us. Never knew when my husband at the time would be carted off to play some stupid manuver. Thank the goddess it was peace time. But I didn't get a chance to taste Weissbier until I was a vender myself, and was able to order it."

I smile sweetly at him.

"I'll be right back with your order."

I walk over to Debbie, and gave her most of the order, except the one for Thor. I ordered it myself, and told Deme this one was on me. I then pointed to Thor, and told her all his drinks were on me. She smiled her acknowledment with a gleam in her eye.

Returning to Thor, I placed the drink in front of him.

"One Weissbier, made to order." I state. About that time the band was winding down from their first set. I couldn't believe an hour had already passed and glanced at my watch. Sure enough, it had. I scanned the room, and smiled as most of the patrons had been very engrossed in the show. There were even a few dancers, a good sign in the first set.

"Enjoy your drink. Hope you stay a while." I didn't want to leave, but I do have a business to run, I think. "Excuse me, but I have a little business to conduct." He smiles his understanding, and I leave Thor reluctantly, and approach the band. I introduce myself, and shake each members hand, thanking them for the great job so far. A little more chit chat, and I excuse myself so they may enjoy their break. I return to my original reserved table, and their manager. We huddle our heads over some paperwork laid out over the table. I smile when I see he's interested in working out a deal to book his band in my club every other week. That's exactly what I wanted, was to find a good band that would do just that. I told him I wouldn't sign the contract tonight, but after looking at the profits, and calculating how they would increase, I would defintely consider it. We went on to discuss the artwork they were interested in. I told him I had a good idea, and that I would go ahead and book the band for the next two months, every other week, and in two weeks I'd have some art to present to him. We shook hands on that deal, just as the band went back up for their second set. Mel hurried up to them to give them the good news before they started to play. I saw lots of nodding from the distance and knew we would be able to cut a deal.

I knew the business was over for the evening, so I ordred another beer for myself. I was free to enjoy myself now. I scanned the crowd once more, only to rest my gaze back on Thor.

 

[goddess_euphoria]

Demetria

OOC: If any stry guys happen to pass through here, why not join in? Cause I don't want to be playing, er, talking, to myself here!!

The band starts back up, and the orders slow down a bit. I'm glad Debbie finally showed up, I would be going crazy back here without her! I climb up on the stool behind the bar, since I finally have a moment to rest, and smooth my short black silk dress out under the small apron tied around my waist. I smile, remembering when I waitressed here durring high school, all we ever wore were jeans and sneakers, along with red t-shirts with "Billy's Boat Dock" Printed across them. At least now the place had a little more class!

I look out across the crowed, seeing some locals, some of the boys from the docks, and some random tourists. The band is pretty damn good, not to meantion some of the guys in the band! Moon was saying before that she was going to talk to Mel about getting them on a somewhat regular basis, if things worked out well tonight. Based on the turn out and the crowds apporoval thus far, I hoped they would be coming back.

Coming back here, that made me think about when I was in high school. I had sworn that I would get off this Island and never come back. But things just don't work the same on the main land, and I found myself drawn back after college. Even though the three part time jobs I worked didn't require a college degree, I didn't care, because I was happy. Well, ok, I wasn't completely happy, I could use a good man...

"Demetria!" Debbie was yelling at me, I wondered how long she had been trying to get my attention.

"Yeah, Debbie, what do you need?"

"I don't know how to mix all these drinks, I need a slow comfortable screw," she said.

"Couldn't we all," I muttered under my breath as I grabbed the bottles of Sloe Gin and Southern Comfort off the shelf and sent Debbie for the orange juice. I laughed at myself, hey, I thought, at least something I learned in college is useful around here!

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

"She looked at me a bit funny when she talked about the Weissbier. West Germany...hmmm," I muse.

Watching Moon move through the room toward her table, I feel a twitch that has been dormant for awhile. Noticing that she is huddled with a band type guy, I decide to wander over to the bar and listen for awhile. The seat at the end suits me fine. My back is to the wall and I can see the whole room. As I said, old habits die hard.

Catching the blone bartender's eyes with mine, I smile and incline my head toward my empty glass.

As I squeezed the lemon into my new beer, I reached for a twenty and laid it on the bar, trying, and almost succeeding, not to let my eyes fixate on her blouse. When she bent over...



[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 10-05-2000 at 06:05 AM]

 

[goddess_euphoria]

Demetria

"It's on the house," I say, smiling and pushing the twenty back across the bar to him. His eyes are a shocking blue, I'd noticed him looking at my chest before, but it was nothing I wasn't used to. At least he wasn't trying to have a conversation with my breasts. I'd had to remind quite a few guys that they weren't going to get any answers from them!
"You're like me," I said, nodding towards him, "can't stand to have anything but the wall to your back!" I smile and wink at him. As I begin walking back down the leangth of the bar, I wonder what the momentary disturbed look on his face was all about.

 

[Guest]

I watch as Thor seats himself at the end of the bar. Looking over at Deme, I'm glad to see her taking a short break. I make a mental note to myself I need to hire a back up bartender, as I don't believe in overworking good help. And I was gonna have to redo the schedule when I hired a band, as we almost ran into a little trouble. They were going to have to start a bit earlier. I just don't like to see good help sitting around and not making any money, and I underestimated how early I would need a waitress.

I amble up behind the bar, and pull Deme to the side to whisper:

"Do you need a break? I'll take over if you want. Go enjoy a breather while you have the chance."

She nodded and thanked me, so I took the helm behind the bar. Debbie was back with another order, and the new waitress, Cora was approaching the other side. Deme looked hesitant, and I shooed her away anyway saying,

"They'll wait. You need a breather. Thanks for your dedication, I appreciate it."

With that she disappeared into the crowd. I smiled as I begain to fill Debbie's drink order.

About that time, I heard a slight disturbance. The band had paused a moment, as the guitar player's lower E string had broken, and he was busy replacing it. Some drunk jerk had decided that was unacceptable, and was slurring obsenities at him.

I finished the last drink on Debbie's order, and snapped my fingers. Lance, the largest German Shepard of my two bouncers, bounded into the room. He spotted the drunken sailor sitting on the front row, and took a position of aggression towards him. With a low growl, the assailant shut up.

The room was totally silent.

I let a moment pass, knowing the build up would impress the intruder.

I looked over to Cora, and said: "Watch the bar a minute." She nodded. I came around the bar and walked over to the man in question. Looking down on him I stated:

"I think it's time you went home. You got someone to take you?" I scanned his companions, and decided they were all drunk. Without moving my eyes from this man's shrinking figure, I called out:

"Rafeal, would you escort this man to his destination?" I looked back at his companions and finished, "And if any of you feel you are in danger of mirroring your friends behavior in my establishment, I suggest you go with him."

I stood by, as all four got up and followed Rafeal. Patting Lance on the head, I said under my breath, "good boy, steady,.....steady."

I could feel the relief of the entire crowd after the intruders left. I walked up to the stage and whispered something in the lead members ear. He nodded to me, and I grabbed his mike.

"I'm sorry for this intrusion. I don't condone this sort of behaviour, and I hope you can enjoy the rest of your evening. Please accept a free drink on the house." A roar came in acknowlegement of my offer. Debbie began passing out a special voucher I had made up for just such an occasion. I knew how to give, but I also knew how to protect against takers. I reliquished the stage, and returned back to the bar, and began filling Cora's orders. The band began playing again, and everything returned back to normal, including Lance finding his spot just outside the door.

 

[catlover]

Lance the bouncer (otherwise known as a German Shepherd)

i was just standing there in the corner listening to the music when it stopped to let the guy fix his broken string. Some jerk started making a fuss and my boss - Moon - beckoned me over to convince him that somewhere else would be a whole lot more appropriate. My partner Rafe and I got them out the door and into their pickup truck, hoping they would make it to the next stop so the next bartender would have the liability if they ran over some little girl on the street.

We watched them drive erratically out of the parking lot and turn down the road. Rafe went back inside and then i saw Deme the bartender having a smoke. I went over to chat a minute before going back in as the music was starting and it was getting loud in there. I like talking to Deme when she wasnt busy - no interruptions.

[Edited by catlover on 10-06-2000 at 12:08 AM]

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

OOC: I am a bit confused. Is the dog a dog or a subservient male who is also the bouncer?


One of my talents is to blend in. Sipping my Weissbier, I take in the byplay and make no move to involve myself. My former employer would be amused at how circumspect I have remained. Always a man of action before I retired, sometimes to the detriment of my mission. In fact, I was once called '007 and 1/2' by my handler at the time.

Whatever happened was not dangerous to anyone except the drunks so I remained an observer.