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Stone & I return to the bar, both of us quite emotional by the ovations of the patrons. Stone mentions something about there being vases in the back kitchen and offered to take my bouquet with hers to display on the bar for all to enjoy.  I nod in agreement.
She speaks briefly to Gayle &  Old Joe to let them know she would be gone for a short while preparing the flowers. 

The line to sample Gayle’s boob shots is getting longer by the minute. I laugh at JD and Jayc’s  purposeful  face wiggles to get in her deep cleavage to find the shot glass with their teeth and sling the amber liquid down their throats to rapturous applauds & cheers by the waiting men.

I exchange a few pleasantries with Old Joe and then leave in search of JD, who I had seen headed towards the back of the stage.  I wanted to talk to him about dressing the mechanical bull up as a demon  for Halloween and making the bull pit into a scary lair for the imminent party.

I pass the busy dance floor and glimpse Covems in a sweet embrace with Mooncalf.  Smiling to myself, guessing where those sweet kisses may lead, warms my heart.

I see JD & Bear talking  on their own and their words suddenly still me.  Hidden from their view by the curtain , I wait & listen.

Bear  is telling JD   “  “Oh, yes, Brandy does want it…. and I will give it to her.   I’ll just have to find a creative way of getting past her guard and slipping it to her.“…
Incensed by the man’s arrogance, I walk away quickly ,  “ So he thinks I want him, does he?, thinks he can just bed the boss, just like that, does he?  My anger at his assumption makes my red hair flair .  “ Guy talk,  urggh “ 

My mind fills with different images of strangling him, until it eventually begins to calm and the mischievious  little demon on my shoulder is jumping up and down with glee.
“We shall see..  maybe he needs a dose of tease and deny”   The demon is giggling full on but on the  other shoulder, the little angel is mouthing words of caution...  “ but are you sure you are strong enough to resist that charm of his .... “

Stanley & Doris watch the scene below as I stomp back off towards the bar. 
“  I think he’s made her mad”  Doris tells her husband.
“ Perhaps... or ... made her aware he’s still about “ Stanley  answers
“ Are you responsible for the charm finding it’s way back to him?”
Stanley  squeezes his wife’s waist drawing her closer.  “ Sometimes,  fate needs a little push...” He grins down at her brushing her lips.
Doris shuts her eyes,  “ I wish I could feel you like we did in  life” She murmurs  as they fade and disappear.

I join the bar again.  Stone is drinking with Old Joe and seems to be guzzling a few shots of Vodka.
“ Can I have a tea Joe?”  Joe turns to pour me a mug the way, I like it.  I see the flowers displayed at the back of the bar.  They do look beautiful and colourful against the dark wood and mirror.
He places the steaming mug in front of me and then is called away by another customer. All the staff  are busy serving behind the bar.

Bear suddenly appears behind me. We lock eyes in the bar mirror and I feel the “ Shoulder  Demon” dancing again ......

“So what am I to make of this… that you want me to return this to you personally… behind closed doors in a more intimate setting?”  He dangles the Silver Bee charm by my ear , brushing softly at my hair as it swings  – plain to see in the mirror.

My heart rate rockets and beats erratically. Silently thinking “ The charm!!! , last I saw it was around his neck on a collar” .Memories  flash back of that triumph.

 I turn to him, trapped from escape by his body. He moves in close to intimidate me and closes in inches from my face, lips level with lips.  Then he seems to stumble and his lips meet mine, just touching, nothing more. I put my hands on his chest to ease him away, taking the charm from him. I duck & escape his closeness. My hat slips off my head on the floor by Bear, too close to be retrieved.  I turn to look at him from a far safer distance.

“ I never returned the charm to you. I have been waiting for you to return it..Ask Stone,… I said the same to her, curious why you had not given it to me, but…a nice ploy on your part Bear.”  I grin now,… twirling the collar on my finger, “Trying to bed me so..  “Your arrogances in all this… I find … CUTE ”
With that little sweet nugget, knowing  the description would annoy him, I head off towards the office.

Once safely inside,  I retrieve a small cuddly toy Bear in a display box, out of my  desk drawer. I place the Silver Bee & collar in the box, nestling  the tiny bear inside it.  The black leather , silver charm and brown fluffy bear contrasts with the red satin puckered base of the box. I replace the lid and return it to it’s resting place in the drawer for safe keeping.

As  I start to get the paperwork out to order  Halloween decorations for the bar,  the radio bursts into life ....  Annie Lennox -  Love song for a vampire..  I start a little, listening intently but not to the music , but for any other signs ... a jasmine scent fills the air ...

“ Come into theses arms again, and lay your body down. The rhythm of this trembling heart is beating like a drum. It beats for you .... “

The haunting tune & lyrics repeat over like a stuck record.

“ Are you trying to tell me something ?“  I ask the empty but cold office just as I see my old cowboy hat  fall from the hat stand out of the corner of my eye...

“ Ok, that’s too much,  that hat fell off by Bear, just , in the bar”  I mutter and run out of the office.

Shutting the door  behind me and holding onto the handle outside,  standing there, shaking a little, trying to recover my composure before mingling with the patrons once more ......

Another successful night at the bar,  I finish stacking the chairs as Jayc makes the final sweep of the floor.

We shout goodnight to the other workers, Covems & the Dwarfs, JD, Brandy, Lover, The Country Boys, Gayle  & Old Joe.  Jayc takes my hand and we walk to the car to go home. He opens the door for me and settles me in before going round to the driver’s side. He gets in and starts the engine.
“Any  thoughts to our costumes for Halloween? “  He asks,  “ Think it could be quite a party”

“No, I’ve not really given it much thought. ...  Hey Jayc, if I told you something wierd, you promise not to laugh, promise not to think I’m crazy and well .... just .... believe  me?”

Jayc  looks over at me, a questioning look on his face.  I look at my hands, twisting them, afraid to look into his eyes in case I see disbelief,

 “ Tell me”  he encourages, placing a hand on top of mine.
“ I think the AB&G has a couple of ghosts”  I tell him, watching his hand on mine.
“ Why do you think that?”  He asks carefully

“ I saw a couple ,   apparitions,  dancing beautifully  and they just glided and... well .. disappeared through the wall” There I’d said it.

I hear Jayc take a sharp in take of breath and I look up into his blue eyes. I see he believes me and relief floods over me.

“ Tell me everything”  He says in a low voice.

I  explain about my encounter in the kitchen whilst sorting mine & Brandy’s  flowers into vases.  When I have finished, Jayc is quiet for a moment  thinking , and then he tells me of the strange happenings in the office and how his desk was tidied. 

He finishes with an old  Achat Tattler newspaper dated in  1910 and a Mr Stanley Grill opening  a Dance hall & Saloon, just appearing there, with no reasonable explanation.
“ I thought it was the dwarfs”  He says.

“We need to visit the Achat library. We need to find out about Stanley Grill and the history of this place. We have a day off tomorrow.  Fancy a day of playing Spook Detectives?” I ask
Jayc  suddenly grins...  “ You got yourself a date Detective Stone”

He kisses my cheek and then  pulls out of the carpark to head off home.

I knock back a few shots of whiskey followed by a glass of House punch, enjoying the fruity taste on my palate.  I need to go back to the office and sort out some paperwork for the Halloween Party. The punch starts to steady my nerves and the warm glow of the liquor gives me the Dutch courage to venture back there. 

Even so, my heart rate beats that little faster as I turn the handle to go in.

My hat is still on the floor where it fell.  All is quiet, and yet , I still shiver, even though, the office is warm. I pick up the hat & go to my desk to get the numbers for the suppliers and order forms.

 I look for a pen and open the drawer with the teddy bear in.  The lid is off the display box, the  tiny bear lying against the red satin but the collar and  Bee charm is ....  gone !!

“Now, who would take that,” ?  I wonder. “ It means nothing to anyone ... except ... Bear. “  I smile to myself. “ So,  it is sentimental to him after all”

I close the drawer and set about the business of the AB&G.  I complete the orders and put them on Jayc’s desk for his information  and filing.

I grab my battered hat, setting it on my head and return to the bar.

I see Bear helping to hold part of the bull, as JD seems to be fiddling with the mechanism underneath and fixing some fabric there as part of the Halloween Demon dress up.

I grab a couple of Budweiser bottles for them and wander over placing them on the side for when they have finished.

I close in, unseen,  behind Bear, his muscles straining holding the Bull steady with both hands.

I run my finger down his spine, medium speed, to let him know I am behind him.
“ Hello Brandy “  he greets knowing it is me immediately.  That 6th sense of his is quite amazing.

I tilt my hat back and lean into his ear,  letting my soft breath caress him a few moments, my body gently brushing him.

“ Concentrate now, I don’t want you hurting our JD” I murmur seductively  “  I know you’ve taken it back, and that you want me”  I let my tongue gently brush his ear and gently blow on his neck as I move to his other ear.

Again letting my breath seductively tease, whispering   “ Am I your secret desire, Bear? Do you think of me often? Do you picture me naked in your arms the night of the vibrating egg when you touched me intimately? Do the reruns in your mind play it over and over as I come apart in your arms? Can you see me now groaning as you press your hand on my pussy & fondle my breasts? Do you dream at night and get hard with me writhing under you as you take me?

I groan a little in his ear, reminding him of my arousal that night.

I grab his chin and turn his face to mine, my lips inches from his...  “ Do you want to claim me Bear mmm ? “

I look him in the eyes and I see the interest there from my teasing ..  “  Maybe, I’ll put that collar back on you and feed that secret obsession of yours mmm”

I move closer so our lips are millimetres apart. I sense he wants that kiss, but .... no....   he can just ... want.  I caress his cheek with my knuckles.

 “ Enjoy those dreams Babybear,  you  sure look cute in that collar “  I  walk away then , back to the bar... smiling.....   

Marilyn and I go on dancing, just having eyes for each other. We loose time and room and only live this moment. I move my hand under her skirt... mmm what's this? I don't feel any fabric, don't notice any panties... this naughty beast I think to myself and smile... I discover her buttocks, massaging them while I press her stronger towards me... she bites her onw lips, enjoying but scared to make loud noises...

"I notice" I whisper smiling in her ear "you're always prepared... are you a scout?" "If I am..." she answers "I will find the right path to you... or at least your bar" I feel her hand moving from my neck above my chest, down to my pants. She is rubbing above them... "mmmmm" I moan in her ear "you almost found it" "or is he finding me?" I hear her giggling before she is wanking my growin cock through my pants.
I rub down between her buttocks, finding a warm and moist slit.. gentle touch her, playful moving around a sweet entrance... I hear soft voices coming out of her mouth while she is opening my zipper.....  her hand disappears in my pants, finding my cock, placing her hand around. She doesn't do anything, just hold it and squeezing a bit... it feels so good...

As if we had tallked about both start same time: She starts to rub my shaft as my finger slides in her pussy... turning our heads, starting a pasionately kiss... our tongues wrestling...though one thing is sure, there will be no looser...

After a long time, my boat come again to the town where i have my preffer bar, ACHAT BAR & GRILL.

I walk in the night, the port is empty... noone is here, but i can hear the music.... is something unmistakable sound coming through my ear and makes me smile, it's been a long time since I came through that door, and I miss it.

Step by step I approached the door of the bar, the open ... ohhhh, that aroma is unmistakable ... party in here and I like it.

Hello eberybody, lets drink something, i want a big and cold beer also, the same that brandy is drinking, her face look like is so nice whiskey

"Welcome  Back Zoerink"  I call over

"That beer is on me Joe" 

 

I return to Old Joe and see a welcoming face return from sea.  I smile at Zoerink and place a bottle of Bud next to Tangos drink.

" Good to see you back again. I like you keep popping back between your trips out at sea."  I tell him ,  " Now , I hear Sailors like rum but have you tried one of our Yards of Ale? , holds about 2 1/2 pints of Ale that you have to drink all in one go in our special glass there"   

I nod to Old Joe to take the Yard glass off the wall,  its about 3 feet long and bulbous at the end.   " You up for that challenge? "  I grin 

During the hot kiss with Marilyn I feel her hand around my shaft... mmmmmm... her other hand on my ass.... and also some fingers tickling my neck.... I frighten. How is it possible? Stop touching her pussy, also stop kissing and turn around - no one behind me.
Marilyn stops... looks at me with a questioning face "did i do something wrong?" "No, sorry.... you did everythign right...but..." what should i say? I decide to say nothing, probably she might think i'm crazy...
We go on kissing, I smell her sweet perfume and her heat. Again she takes my cock, squeezing it, rubbing her thumb above my head... I moan in her mouth... with both of my hands I grab her ass...knead it as one finger slides in her pussy....
she also is moaning as I feel a special scent of jasmine flooding the room and hear soft voices... but it's neither her nor any other couple making them... i open my eyes.... see another couple dancing around...but they are TRANSPARENT? As i wanna look more exactly... they disappear....

"Lover" I hear Marilyn's soft voice, "are you distracted by all the other beautiful women around?" "No..no..no Marilyn...but perhaps it's better to go to the table in the dark corner over there."
I take her hand and we mov é to the table. We sit down and at once continuing our fhot kiss... she opens her legs and my finger rushes in, fingering her for some time.. before i pull out and, part her lips and discover this lovely hot button.... rubbing above it...

i take the yard of ale that brandy give to me... and i drink in one.... WAOWWWWWW.... all my universe around me start to turn around my head... i give brandy and tangoracer a big smile....

Thank you... is so nice glass.... may i take another one please?

Night start so nice.

After a nice breakfast, and shower, Stone and myself head to the Achat city library. Parking in the lot we enter and go to the main desk. I introduce myself to the cute librarian,

“Hi, I’m Jayc ,I spoke to you this morning”….
”oh yes I have the documents you requested” she smiles “if you two will follow me please”  She leads us to the research room………’Some of the documents you asked about, are on the library server,  the rest is on micro film sorry to say” She opens the door to a small room with a desk , PC and a micro film viewer set up.
“Wow, have not seen one of those in ages” I walk up to the machine.
“know how to use it ?” She asks. She shows me how to change cartridges and the controls. “if you need anything else I will be at the main desk” she closes the door.

Stone unpacks her laptop and  a thermos of coffee and one of tea ,we sort it all out and get to work. Stone on the PC  looking at property deeds, and various public records.
I settle in behind the viewer and begin looking at old Tattler Newspapers, starting from the 1st volume dated  1905. Silent as we study, save for Stone’s annoying tap of her pen and the whirl sound of the viewer cooling fan.
Stone speaks first…”Found something” reading out loud  “A Stanley Grill applied for a building permit to build the Ice House in 1907.

Finding nothing in the early Tattler editions I go to 1907. The paper seems to come out twice a week now  but still no mention of him or an Ice House ,clicking page after page, almost in a trance, when I see it. Its hard to make out, the washed out sepia image , but that’s it… that’s the Ice House. The caption is torn a little in the photo copy but I can read Grill’s Ice House has opened  and the business  hours but that’s it….

“Here he is again! “Stone perks up…..’Deeds buying all the surrounding lots! “  I look at the old photograph and try to make out the man standing there.

After 8 hrs of internet, archives, public records. We call it a day. Its late afternoon on a fine October day and we decide to take a walk and clear our heads. Spotting the café we order tea and sit on patio.

 “Ok this is what we found out”  I flip open Stones note book

Stanley Grill was a business man with many interests
Met his wife on a trip to New York  not sure of the date
Doris Grill, nee Bar, was from Southhampton  in England, a famous dancer and entertainer  who moved to New York in 1907
Stanley builds the dance hall and saloon next to his Ice House in 1910 to bring live entertainment to Achat City and  for his adoring wife who loved to sing and dance.
Then in late 1911 on a society page in the tattler , the Grill’s announce they are going to England to meet Doris’s family.

I take a deep breath and read the last line.

 They booked there return trip on the maiden voyage……..of the Titanic.
Stone reaches for my hand under the table and squeezes, “This is kinda spooky” she says in a whisper. “so whats the plan Batman?”

I shrug my shoulders……..”let’s just go back to work keep our eyes open ,  and see if anybody else is seeing or hearing things I guess, don’t ask,  let them tell you,  don’t want to put ideas in people minds”….

 
THE BAR LATER THAT EVENING
After  working the day shift  Old Joe clocks out and wanders out to the roaring bonfire the dwarves have built.

 He pulls up a chair, lights a cigar and has a seat. He smokes and gazes at the fire.

A cool finger runs along his neck and a voice in his ears says “I would die all over again just to taste and smell that cigar”

 “Oh Stanley I hated when you smoked those dreadful things“, Doris chimes in Joes other ear. They appear in front of Joe.

“Well good evening Joe “  Stanley says with a smile……with no fear in his voice

 Joe says “ah Mr. and Mrs. Grill I was wondering when you would show up with new owners and all “……
Doris lets out a light laugh “We have been here for awhile Joe, Mr. Grill always checks in on the new owners”

“So I can expect your usual mischief ? Joe asks …………after a brief silence

 Stanley responds “For the time being,   but there a few people who interest us”……………….. we will talk again Joe …….”

And the Grills wave goodbye and vanish as a couple comes to sit by fire. “Who were you talking to Joe? “ the young women inquires.

“Just thinking out loud that’s all” as Joe gets up and heads for home, a little uneasy after his talk with the spirits…..

Sitting at home with Jane the morning after a great night we sit looking at the old style BABY OUTFIT
"How old do you think it is?"  Jane asks
"I don't know but it must be about 100 years old" I reply
"Wow but how did it get there?"Jane questions again
As we speck about the out fit the temperature drops and we can see are breath. Jane looks at me "WHATS HAPPENING"  
 We look at the out fit again and the radio turns  on with old time waltz music ,We both look at each other "WHATS HAPPENING" Jane holds my hand tight this is spooky." It mush be same thing to do with that old baby out fit I'll have to look into," I say getting my Laptop out and turn it on as it boots up I make Jane and myself a nice cup of tea and sit down at the Laptop.

Clicking on the             NSPD DATA BASS   LAND OWNERSHIP

  Typing in Achat Bar & Grill

Opened 2011      OWNER     Miss Brandy Bee /  Miss Stone  

 Typing in Achat   Bar & Grill  old names  and owners and opening dates

1867     Saloon          The  Gambit Brothers
1873     Couch Inn     Mr J Wayne
 ( Burnt to the ground in 1880 After the own had left a fire burning )

1888 Rebuilt and Opened as The Stage Couch
 ( Burnt to the ground 1902 Arson Attack )
 
New Building Plans submitted
1910      Dance Hall and Saloon     Mr Stanley Grill    

1975      Bar & Grill       Mr D Zocco

2011     Bar & Grill        Miss Brandy Bee  /  Miss Stone

Taking a sip of my tea I look at Jane "well that's all the dates and owners of the place"

"Was that Mr Stanley Married" Jane asks "Dance Hall would go with the music and the baby out fit is about that age"
"MMM your right and i my have same clues down in the Ice House but that will have to wait till later" I answer Jane

We finish are Tea's and head off to the Bar to talk to Brandy and Stone to see if they have had anything happen to them.


  

 

  

It's just after 1 AM in the morning when I wake up in my hidden room with MoonCalf snoring lightly on my shoulder.  My stirring wakes her.  "Did you fart?" I ask her, while sniffing the air.

"SMACK!"  She slaps me on my bare chest whith her open hand in a playful way.  "Covems!"  She says while giggling, "Don't be fresh."

"Well, it smells like jasmine in here."  I say, "...and I know mine never smell that way, so it has to be you."

"Stop."  She says, while climbing on top of me.  Her naked form feels wonderful in my arms.  She kisses me lightly on my lips then picks her head up.  "It does smell like jasmine."

"C'mon."  I say, "You did fart, didn't you?"

"Oh shut up."  MoonCalf says and kisses me harder.

"I knew you did."  I mumble through the kiss.  Her hand moves between us and finds my genitals.  I start to grow under her warm touch.

She giggles and her tongue snakes into my mouth as my arms wrap around her and my hands find their way to her wonderful bottom.  The "throes of passion" begin to overtake us and we meld into one.  I swear I can hear someone giggling, but I know the room is known only to the dwarves and now MoonCalf.  I roll us over onto MoonCalf's back and take a quick look around.  Seeing no one there, I rise up at arms length over her and gaze into those beautiful eyes.

"Would you do me a favor?"  I ask her.

"I would do almost anything you want."  She answers.

"Would you fart again?"  I ask, "Because I really like that jasmine aroma."

MoonCalf laughs.  "You're a nut."  She adds and pulls me down into another deep kiss.

I pull into the parking lot in my truck with the box of Halloween items from my latest shopping spree.  I lower the tailgate and slide the box out.  "I hope this demon outfit will fit the mechanical bull" I murmur to myself as I carry it into the closed and empty bar.  I glance at my watch, the hands say 1:30am.  "I need to get the bull dressed in this costume before I can get out of here for tonight." 

I gently drop the box by the bull and do a "Lock out, Tag out" on the control box so it won't automatically come on while I am working on it.  Double and triple checking that the power connection is disabled, I get started on taking the saddle off.  The costume is a blood red color with a long forked tail and evil looking eyes.

I make my way around the bull, tugging and securing the fabric so it won't come off during use.  All of a sudden, I get a sense that I am being watched.  I look around the room, the bar is empty.  I smell the faint aroma of jasmine in the air.   "Strange" I say.  I shrug it off as get back to work.   

I pull the mask of the demon costume over the head of the bull, securing it under the neck.  As I smooth out the wrinkles, the bull lunges forward, bashing me straight in the chest, knocking me to the mats and taking the wind from my lungs.  "What the hell!?!" I exclaim, looking directly into the eyes of the demon bull.  The eyes were glowing for a brief second. 

I jump to my feet.  I check the control box and tug on the lock that has the power coupler in it.  "How in the world could that happen?" I question myself.  I grab the box of leftover costume accessories and leave the bull disconnected for tonight.  "I'm going to go over those controls in the morning" as I shut the lights off to the room.  I drop the box of in the office as I lock the back door behind me. 

We all cheer and count as Zoerink takes up the Yard of  Ale challenge...  1 2 3 ...  He bravely downs the lot, the last  of the ale gushing all over his face & chest as the bulbous end empties in a rush. He gasps for breath but succeeds admirably in his attempt.  I see his eyes begin to glaze as the sudden alcohol binge starts to effect his body.  I clap him on the back for his effort and get Old Joe to refill the glass .

I go the Bar Bell and ring it loudly ....   " Ladies And Gentlemen  -  It has come to my notice  that some members of our Bar & Grill have reached milestones in their postings... As such, I would like to offer them the acknowledgement of their feats from all us good folk and a Yard Of Ale on the House  ....  A big Hand and cheer for ....

Hentaiboy having reached and passed 3000 posts

Lover having reached 3000 posts

Bluedenim having reached and passed 1000 posts

Jayc  having reached 100 posts and his status as a  Full Forum Member

Covems having reached 100 posts and becoming a Full Forum  Member

Tangoracer having reached 100 posts and becoming a Full Forum Member "
 
I take the Yard of Ale and offer it the first in line in celebration ...  " Come on now,   drink up "   

The crowd cheer  and clap  the worthy contestants and  Congratulations of their Forum efforts.

Just before the first contestant steps up, my attention is suddenly diverted to the jukebox nearby,  playing  " Love Song for a Vampire"  Annie Lennox

I look round to see who had put it on to play.. but no one seemed particularly close to the music machine. 

The moment is soon forgotton as the counting crowd drowns the song out to my ears as the first Yard of Ale is drunk.

It has been a long night and a longer day. The road is dark and lonely and the car is filled with the smell of old cigarrete smoke and empty except for the static of a far away country station desperate to reach me across miles of city. At this point I cannot tell who the hell is singing. Only that my eyes are stinging from too  much time looking at pinpoints of light in the distance. I cannot say how many miles have passed  but its been a long road. The night was a dark ribbon of highway. My only companion a busted radio and a pack of Marlboro's whose last survivor lies dying in between my fingers.  The orange glow burns down to a nub and I  toss it to the wind. The night is cold and lonely. A northrern chill coming down the streets to greet me . I slide the old car to a stop along the dity street. In the distance a dog barks. It is the kind of night I love. It suits my mood. Dark and silent like the first days must have been. A night where a man can be alone with his thoughts. Now thats the problem.  Sometimes a man does not want to be alone with his thoughts. Sometimes those thoughts are like a numbing cold full of regrets and might-have-beens. A man reflects on failures and short-comings he does not want to be reminded of.

I look up at a glowing sign above a  dark door. I close the car door behind me. The thud loud enough in this quiet to announce a man to the dead. The neighborhood is quiet. I like that . The door gives no hint of what is behind it. I like that too. I stand for a moment watching a glowing orange ember on the ground. Strange the way it draws me. I whisper something to it. To the flame it represents. To a small spirit of fire and silence in the night. My dad used to say that at night, in front of a fire, with all the old spirts out and listening a man just couldn't tell a lie. Not with the spirits listening. But for me I've had enough of truth for one day.

I head towards the door and reach for the handle. Rght now I need a beer, a bourbon, and a quiet hour to drink it in.

It takes a second for my eyes to adjust to the light. Inside there is a man drenched in beer.  I look away. None of my business.  I look for a bar. I look for a bartender's questioning eyes. I spot an old cigarette machine. The kind that the powers that be have outlawed. The smile that passes my face  as that small red and white box drops down is devilish  - or angelic - depending. I approach the bar breathing in the smoke of another nail in my coffin. Like comes back into my blood. I absorb the sound of the jukebox and the vibe of the bar.

Howdy .

My name is ThunderSax...

and I'd love to buy everyone here a drink.