WordTwister
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OOC: I found a special woman who will light up this thread with me on this unplanned trip. Thanks in advance babe. If you have a character idea and want to jump in, PM me.
IC: Where else would I rather be? Islamorada Florida - home to every assorted type of tax dodger, transvestite, petty crook, fresh faced college kid and Cuban emigre known to man. Looking for local color? Brother - you have found the place.
It is just after 2pm here, the revelers from the night before were just waking up - hangovers perfectly intact. You can spot them from a mile away - their callow faces pale even amongst those with the darkest tans. Casey knew one "truth" though. One big bloody Mary or Captain Morgan rum and these party animals would be right back in stride.
Casey waved at Annie the bartender as he strode in, then wheeled into the nearly empty Green Turtle Inn's bar and sat in his accustomed table with his back to the stage so he could watch the traffic. Casey set his backpack down and pulled out a dog eared journal. For the first time that day he relaxed. Annie came over and set a big Tequila Sunrise on the table and hovered there grinning.
You think know me pretty well, don't you? Well you are right this time. Thanks.
I'm right every time, and you know it! It isn't hard though. Every day for the last month you come in here after your shift in the hotel and sit at the same table, order the same drink, and write in that same book. You people watch and write. What are you doing anyway?
A thousand smart aleck lines raced through Casey's head, and he dismissed them all in an instant. He even ignored the hands on her hips posture that she had assumed.
The truth? She nodded as he continued.
The truth is I'm following in the writer Henry James footsteps, as much as I can without much money that is. When he came to the Keys years ago this place was a ghost town, literally the forgotten end of the US. The only time of day that its like that now are sleepy mid afternoon like this one. I imagine him coming to this very bar just like me, and sitting here writing.
I have a question for you now Annie. Where are all the real people? I sit here and see them come in - guys who exist soley to be on the make - college women with their tight tops vacant eyes. Its depressing in its own way. Am I missing something ?
He looked up at her expecting something quite different from what he got.
Casey - you need to get out more. There are smart, funny interesting people that come in here all the time. You wouldn't know since I never see you talk to anyone. You have to engage people man. I don't know who this James guy is but he can't be all that.
I want you to try something Mr. Writerman. The next woman that comes in this bar by herself you have to talk to. You have to find out three things about her that she wouldn't normally tell a stranger. You do that, and these drinks today are on me. You don't then you pay me double.
Annie - you're serious aren't you? All right then. I'll take your challenge on. Pour me another - make this one a double since you are buying. A little extra liquid courage never hurts!
His head was spinning. Was Annie right? Had he become disconnected? He sipped the rum, and waited longer than he imagined he would have to. A full twenty minutes went by and not a soul came in.
Then, just as his drink ran out, a tall dark haired woman walked in. She seemed lost and Casey expected her to turn right around and head out. She spoke quietly to Annie, then sat in a bar stool amd dropped her purse by her feet. Annie poured her drink and jerked her head at the woman. Ther game was on. Suddenly, he felt a whole lot less confident than he had five minutes ago. He stood next to the woman at the bar and held his empty glass out to Annie.
Hello ....
IC: Where else would I rather be? Islamorada Florida - home to every assorted type of tax dodger, transvestite, petty crook, fresh faced college kid and Cuban emigre known to man. Looking for local color? Brother - you have found the place.
It is just after 2pm here, the revelers from the night before were just waking up - hangovers perfectly intact. You can spot them from a mile away - their callow faces pale even amongst those with the darkest tans. Casey knew one "truth" though. One big bloody Mary or Captain Morgan rum and these party animals would be right back in stride.
Casey waved at Annie the bartender as he strode in, then wheeled into the nearly empty Green Turtle Inn's bar and sat in his accustomed table with his back to the stage so he could watch the traffic. Casey set his backpack down and pulled out a dog eared journal. For the first time that day he relaxed. Annie came over and set a big Tequila Sunrise on the table and hovered there grinning.
You think know me pretty well, don't you? Well you are right this time. Thanks.
I'm right every time, and you know it! It isn't hard though. Every day for the last month you come in here after your shift in the hotel and sit at the same table, order the same drink, and write in that same book. You people watch and write. What are you doing anyway?
A thousand smart aleck lines raced through Casey's head, and he dismissed them all in an instant. He even ignored the hands on her hips posture that she had assumed.
The truth? She nodded as he continued.
The truth is I'm following in the writer Henry James footsteps, as much as I can without much money that is. When he came to the Keys years ago this place was a ghost town, literally the forgotten end of the US. The only time of day that its like that now are sleepy mid afternoon like this one. I imagine him coming to this very bar just like me, and sitting here writing.
I have a question for you now Annie. Where are all the real people? I sit here and see them come in - guys who exist soley to be on the make - college women with their tight tops vacant eyes. Its depressing in its own way. Am I missing something ?
He looked up at her expecting something quite different from what he got.
Casey - you need to get out more. There are smart, funny interesting people that come in here all the time. You wouldn't know since I never see you talk to anyone. You have to engage people man. I don't know who this James guy is but he can't be all that.
I want you to try something Mr. Writerman. The next woman that comes in this bar by herself you have to talk to. You have to find out three things about her that she wouldn't normally tell a stranger. You do that, and these drinks today are on me. You don't then you pay me double.
Annie - you're serious aren't you? All right then. I'll take your challenge on. Pour me another - make this one a double since you are buying. A little extra liquid courage never hurts!
His head was spinning. Was Annie right? Had he become disconnected? He sipped the rum, and waited longer than he imagined he would have to. A full twenty minutes went by and not a soul came in.
Then, just as his drink ran out, a tall dark haired woman walked in. She seemed lost and Casey expected her to turn right around and head out. She spoke quietly to Annie, then sat in a bar stool amd dropped her purse by her feet. Annie poured her drink and jerked her head at the woman. Ther game was on. Suddenly, he felt a whole lot less confident than he had five minutes ago. He stood next to the woman at the bar and held his empty glass out to Annie.
Hello ....
