The Achat Bar & Grill . ( AB&G )

[AusWoody]

Yes it is Momma and i see you entered into the spirit of the protest

looks like Old Joe has been following the new fitness plans?

[jayc]

Stepping out of the office  for a much needed break  i sit at on a stool as Joe pours me a cup of coffee. Looking around, the bar is pretty slow for a Saturday afternoon, Stone is sitting on the other end of the bar staring intently at the open lap top she has sitting on the bar.

I look at Joe and point.

“reading the contest stories ……….on the clock” Joe says  with  humorous disgust, then continues checking college Football scores on his smart phone.

Sipping my coffee i turn my attention to the pile of mail sitting on bar. I begin sorting through the pile. 

“oh Martinus dropped this off” Joe says handing me a mailing tube. smiling i open the tube and unroll the poster. i walk over to the bulletin board and remove old  notices  and make room for the poster and pin it up.

Joe looks up and puts on his glasses  “about time we had a party”  he grins.

Walking up behind Stone ” let me borrow your truck” 

not looking up Stone hands me the keys and says nothing.

shaking my head  i announce to anybody  listening……..” I am going to Nymphomania Garden and Nursery supply to pick up some hay bales and pumpkins  if one of you aren't too busy  would you mind going to the shed and getting out the Dentist chair and the Pleasure table?       

[Brandybee]

I make my up the stairs from my dungeon and enter the bar from the secret entrance in the pool room.  I leave AusWoody asleep in my bed. He looks kind of cute asleep and softly snores lost in the land of sleep.

The House Band – Cocks N Roses are playing some soft rock tunes and I wave to the lads to see if they need any refreshments – Freddie ; tangoracer ; Lover; hentaiboy69 and  Martinus (aka mrsexlover)

A few couples & singles are dancing on the dance floor, others are chatting on the edge & in groups, at tables and at the bar. Roxy is dancing and watching Lover. Jingerbird & sexilicious are doing the same with tangoracer and Martinus.

The bright orange poster Martinus had created for Jayc stands out on the notice board and advertises the up and coming Fright Night – Dancing, singing , rocking with the house band, telling jokes and generally mixing and greeting new friends and old.

Jayc was just stepping out the door with Stone’s truck keys to get supplies and Old Joe said he was going to take a bath and read the newly published contest stories.
I chuckle at him, “Be careful Joe, they are hot.”
Old Joe grinned back and joked “I’m relying on it at my age.”
“If you find the hidden Achat component in each story, I’ll buy you drink.” I challenge him.
“You are on,” He winks back. “It’s going to be expensive too when you lose & I find all 10“
“I never expected anything less.” I laugh as he heads off to his place above the bar.

I greet Stone and pour us both a tea.  She is engrossed in the stories and hardly lifts her head.
I poke her in the shoulder and she comes out of her erotic world for the moment.

“Hey girl” I greet her placing her tea in front of her, “I was out of town when you and Amy did that fabulous S&M show. It was a big hit.”
“It was good fun. We rehearsed till our butts ached” Stone giggled remembering the night.
“I hope you do another for Halloween.” I hint heavily.
“You never know,” Stone grinned mysteriously.

“I see you found the erotic contest stories alright,” I chuckle looking over her shoulder.
I can see she is over half way through them already.
“Some very hot writers in our Forum village. They are all sooooooo good. I will have trouble voting for my favourite again.” She nods.

“It’s a dirty job but someone has to do it.”  I agree.  “We need to show support for our authors though and that all their efforts are truly appreciated. Only way to do that is by the votes and views. It is important to them.”
“Yes, I will vote when I have read them all and after careful consideration,” Stone agreed, “The authors write their stories for forum and the enjoyment of members. After all, if we don’t show our support & appreciation, what is the point of holding such a contest.”

“Exactly, well said my friend,” I echo her sentiments.  “I hear there’s been some new folk popping in to check out our establishment.”
“Yes,  Sam_Hawke, Jaynie, Amethyst and Fixxgiggle have started to pop in to say hi. I make sure they are looked after drink and food wise.” Stone grinned.

“That’s Good. I hope they pop in more often.”  I nod in approval. “I need to go shopping to look for a Halloween costume. Are you ok holding the fort awhile? It’s not too busy at the moment.” I ask hopefully.
“Sure, I’ll just be here reading and serving when someone needs anything,”
“Great, Thanks. I’ll sort the band out before I go,” I tell her and start preparing the tray of drinks to take over to the Cocks N Roses.

Whilst preparing the drinks a thought pops into my head, “Have you seen Covems lately?” I ask hopefully.
“No,” Stone shakes her head. “Last I heard, he had been arrested for none payment of ugly xmas jumpers. Someone had put them on his credit card. Can you believe someone would do that?”
“That’s terrible,” I agree. “That’s as bad as ordering drinks all the time on his open tab.”

“Yeah, I sure hope he sorts the mess out soon and finds his own unique way of making good on the payments.” Stone nods. “Do you think he will be mad when he comes out?”
“Mostly likely. There will be some kind of payback if he finds out the culprit. Wasn’t Bear involved in that investigation too?”

“I think he was. I think his credit card was used too. He will most likely want payback too.” Stone murmurs.
“Think we should be worried?” I ask her.

“Nar, who would tell them? And neither know about the other.”  Stone sounded more confident than she felt.
“Yeah, pointless worrying yet.”  I agree.

Drinks sorted, I tell Stone, I’ll be leaving shortly and take the tray to the House band.

[FoxyRoxxy]

I over hear JayC  going to the  garden 

and being nossy I scream out to him Jayyyy!  dont forget to bring some  spooky plants I want to help decorate the bar for halloween please..

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I want to spice  the  place  up  :

[Lightyear]

“They will be here any minute!” I say to my spouse.

It is late at night and we are a few yards from a street lamp that illuminates an empty side road. She is standing provocatively on the pavement in high black heels that show off her long slender toned calfs through black stockings. Her legs disappear, just below the knee, beneath a beautiful red satin dress with a dragon design embroidered in fine gold silk thread above the waist. She looks at me coquettishly with her blue eyes, framed perfectly in dark navy eyeliner as she takes a long draw on her hand rolled cigarette. Her full blood red lips pucker as the ash glows orange. Strangely her red hair looks more aflame than the cigarette in the artificial light.

“I know, I can't wait!” She says, her words mixing with the exhaled smoke while the nicotine keeps her voice calm and husky.

I step behind her and embrace her around her tummy giving her a tight squeeze as I kiss her softly on the cheek. I can smell the strong gold leaf tobacco smoke in her hair. I deny her any contact on the lips because she is not in the mood for love play. Instead I grip her petite buttock and pull her dress's shoulder strap to the side and bite her white exposed skin. She moans and then I step away, covering the bite mark back over with the soft dress strap.

“I give you first souvenir of the night” I explain. “When will you be back?” I continue casually.
“It depends on what they do to me, honey.” She sounds indifferent.

I look up the road and wonder what I should do when she leaves.  I don't even know where here is. I just followed my sat nav in my black Audi A6 to these coordinates and parked up. The deliveries used to get to me initially but now I find the whole thing routine. Living with a masochist has its perks but this wasn't one of them.

“Perhaps I should go now?” I think to myself. No! I know she'll be safe in their hands. She might get hurt but she'll be safe. What sort of person am I!

“Ok beautiful, have fun!” I bid.  She blows me an enduring kiss back with her bright red satin lipstick coated lips and I trundle off towards the end of the road, occasionally looking back at her. I'm not really dressed for going out. I wear a grey-blue T-shirt with a dark blue moleskin jacket and some casual jeans with a rip across the knee. My brown leather ankle boots complete my comfortable attire.
At the end of the road, there's a huge friendly wooden building with a sign saying “AChat Bar & Grill” in large, welcoming red lettering. A couple are canoodling on the porch and I am sure I can hear the sounds of live entertainment emanating out of the entrance in the form of singing.

“Perfect” I mull. I could do with a distraction.

I turn back to check on my wife, only to see that a white van has arrived. From this distance, I see a brunette has forced her to her knees and has her in a collar and lead. She pulls her through the double doors at the rear of the vehicle, by her hair, and jumps in the back with her. The doors slam closed and the van drives off away from me.

That's it. It's done! I take a deep breath and walk across the road to the bar half delirious.
I only take a few steps when a taxi comes swerving out of the car park at full speed and I literally dive out of the way to avoid being run over. Who could be in such a hurry at this time of night? Now I seriously need a drink!
I cross the courtyard, walking past a pickup truck parked out front, continuing to muse to myself.

I could do with some company. I think back to the days when going to the bar always meant playing drinking games with my friends and waking up with a hangover. We would play “truth or dare” or the hilariously revealing “I have never!” You certainly found out some interesting things about people playing that one.

As I open the door I try to take in the scene as I walk to the bar. The place isn't too busy but it's more cosy than I was expecting and it looks chilled and everyone looks dressed to impress. The other thing that strikes me is all the girls look gorgeous.
There is some rocking music coming from the stage.

A romantic couple seem to be dining in a booth and a beautiful girl at the bar fidgets on her bar stool while looking at some stories on her lap top. I wonder what they could be I chuckle. I sneak a peek through to a back room and see a pool table and even a god damn bucking bronco! Woah! This place is interesting.

Then as I get closer, I notice the hot redhead serving behind the counter. I wonder if I have a thing for redheads or perhaps it's just because she has a playful red cowboy hat on or that she has a deep glow about her.

Just then I hear the words from the band pumping out:

“We can't wait 'til tomorrow
You gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it?
It's the one thing you can choose, oh!”

That's a killers song and I love it. This place is getting better and better.

“Evening!” I start. “Nice place you have here.”
She seems so happy to have a stranger walk in and I detect a distinct bit of devil in her naughty eyes. She makes me smile out of instinct.
I desperately want a beer but I glance across at the cocktail menu on the black board behind her and just can't help myself.
“Can I have a wet pussy please?”

[Momma_andrea]

Standing in front of that old beat up wood door, I take a deep breath before pushing it open. The light spills in behind me for a moment and then I’m cast in darkness as it closes behind me. I hear glasses and music and so many conversations that it’s just a rumbling din of flock-like sound.

“I should have went through the foyer.” I mutter and wait for my eyes to try to adjust. The lights from the bar come through first, that old familiar beacon, and stepping forth with confidence I let  my feet take me where they need to go.

As I reach the bar, “Just a moment, let me finish this bit.” Stone says without looking up from an Amazon tablet.

“I just need a black russian.” I nearly shout over the noise.

“I haven’t seen one lately.” Stone begins smartly and then looks up to see me. “Hey YOU!” she says in surprise. “What are you doing back?”

“Well…” I begin the long list. “I finished my story for the contest, got paid for a commission. Wrote another story for a client and finally got healthy.” I spin with my jacket open showing of my lighter, sleeker body wrapped in a little black dress.

“Paid, huh? So you didn’t come back for your job?” She asked what might have been hopefully.

“Nope, no more bunny ears for me.” I smile from ear to ear. “I am sorry I left you all, but I had to, you know?” I asked hopefully.

Stone holds up both hands, “Hey, no explanations required at the AB and G. Welcome back.” and finally hands me that Black Russian.

Slowly that first sip hits my taste buds and I smile as if seeing an old friend and lean back on the bar,  just looking at it all.

[jayc]

Unlocking Stone’s truck, I slip into the driver’s seat and look around, shaking my head. Not only does she have almost all of the cabin mugs……. Now she has a most of the bars. Pulling out slow I hear a whistle and stop, Dopey runs up and climbs in causing a small avalanche of coffee mugs to spill out onto the parking lot. Laughing we put the Mugs by the back door and head out to the main road.
It’s a lovely day, the air is crisp, the sky blue, the trees that line the road turning colors.  Dopey opens the glove compartment and finds Stone’s stash of Kitt Kat bars and we split one as I drive. We cruise along, the clink of coffee mugs rattling on the floor the only noise.

I pull into the NYPHOMAINIA NURSERY AND GARDEN SUPPLY  lot and park. Grabbing a large cart we load up some hay bales  and then cherry pick some nice pumpkins of various size and shapes. “apples”  Dopey reminds me  and we pick out a nice bushel. We wander into the decorations aisle  and pick out some nice skeletons and black cats.

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Dopey tugs at my pant leg and shows me skull ice cube trays

“Cool take them all, I officially proclaim you skull cube maker Dopey.” I smile,  He nods in agreement.

Stones truck loaded up we return to the bar. Backing up to the back entrance I can see the other dwarfs are waiting to help unload.
In no time at all our load sits by the stage and we begin the decorations. The band taking a break I decide to get us in the mood with some Halloween music. Shuffling through the pile of CDs I find what I am looking for.

Frankie Stein and the Ghouls. Turning it up loud, the tune  Goon River begins to play.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFuUB0HU7-M

Hearing the song, Brandy  and Stone begin doing the swim much to the amusement of the Bar patrons.   

[Stone]

The stories are wonderful but I am aware that the AB&G is starting to get busier and busier.

I catch the sight of a stranger come to the bar and order a drink from the bar. I chuckle to myself when I hear him ask Brandybee for a Wet Pussy.

An amused Brandy measures & pours the ingredients into a silver stainless steel shaker…  1 oz Raspberry Liqueur ; 1 oz Irish Cream & 6 oz  Cream.  She adds the Ice, shakes it expertly and pours the delicious concoction into a tall tubular glass.

She hands it to him and leans in and speaks. Her voice is deliberately breathy and sexily husky,  “The best way to drink it…. is to lap your tongue inside the glass… let the juice and flavour soak into your tongue…. Let your tastebuds devour the flavour… and then … slowly… draw the liquid out. ” She smiles at him.

I see he stares at her lips, engrossed whilst she talks, soaking in every word and enjoying her tease.

I hear him introduce himself as Lightyear.

I smile & return to the stories.  One was getting particularly interesting and someone approaches the bar to be served, “Just a moment, let me finish this bit.”  I ask hopefully.
She mentions a Black Russian & I joke about not seeing many.

I look up and am delighted to see its Momma_Andrea. 

I immediately greet her with a hug and kiss and make her a Black Russian cocktail –  filling a glass full of ice and then a 5 second shot of coffee liqueur and 10 second shot of vodka, washing and mixing the coffee and ice together.
I place it in front of her, “It’s so good to have you back,” I tell her affectionately.

She explains she’s not here to work but as a customer now and was quickly becoming a renowned writer. I had always admired her work and truth be known, her news did not surprise me. She looks good, looks stunning in beauty and curvatious figure and brimming with confidence. She looks every bit like a woman who knew what she wanted.
“Welcome home Momma_Andrea” I grin at her.

Suddenly Jayc piles in with armsful of Halloween decorations and he and the dwarfs start putting them up.

He waves to me, Momma, Brandy, LightYear and some others in the bar.

Then pops a tune on the jukebox to put a spooky Halloween song on …

Well who could resist…  Momma, Brandy, FoxyRoxxy & I take to the dance floor and begin the Swim dance moves…  which went something like this …

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-HpjnnXAJw

[Lightyear]

Brandybee impressively collects all the ingredients from memory and makes the perfect looking cocktail. I check to my left as a seductive woman comes up to the bar and gives a delightful twirl in her jacket before ordering a drink and chatting with her friends she dearly missed.

I feel a little intrusive to be amongst them but I am encouraged as Brandybee intimately addresses me with her teasing voice and the girl with the laptop smiles at me. I listen carefully as she delicately lowers my drink before me.

“Salut!” I hail politely and clink glasses with the young woman holding a Black Russian, I now know as momma.
Then while keeping eye contact with Brandybee I tilt it towards me and slyly dip my lips into the top of the tumbler. The silky texture of the thick cool creamy coating is certainly one to savour. I extend my tongue secretly beneath the opaque white concoction and feel a flourish of sensations as the alcohol permeates but the milk soothes. I am in no hurry as the waft of sweet “brandy” liquor lingers under my nose. I place the glass back onto the counter, licking my lips just before they reach saturation point.

A devious smirk appears on my face as I take a straw and stirrer from the bar and carefully lower them to the bottom of the glass. I circle them slowly and deliberately against the sides. I lightly blow into the straw and enjoy the brief rumble of bubbles as they jostle to the surface releasing more sweet aromas.

Then I take a long suck and watch the turbulent layers of fatty creams disappear up the tube. I am partially mesmerised as I gulp and follow the level of liquid rapidly descending down the edges of the glass leaving a beautiful smeary residue. When the level reaches the bottom, it makes a glorious slurping sound which I perpetuate by chasing and hoovering up the last slippery dregs from the base.
I remove the straw and slide a finger slowly around the inside and suck it clean. I try to detect any signs of blushing from the onlookers because that always excites me.

“Yum!” I steal a glance at the radiant girls to my left and right.
“I could easily devour two more like that!” I say.

Time seemed to slow down during the whole experience.

Seconds later, the tempo of the bar explodes. A flurry of activity swarms around me as a dude, with his arms full of Halloween decorations, appears followed by lots and lots of little hairy people who begin transforming the bar right before my eyes. I eventually clock it is all for the fright night party as advertised on the posters.

The classic swim music kicks in from the jukebox and I am suddenly watching a sexy array of dancers air front crawling their way across the open floor.
I sit back for a moment to watch the reunited friends enjoy some fun together.
I already know what I will be at the party. I ponder how I will make my transformation.

[jayc]

“Sit still” Stone scolds me as she puts the final touch of make up on my face.
“What do think Joe, is he too green?”  Stone steps away to give Joe a look.

Joe kicked back  on the Bar office couch takes a pull of his beer and gives his best “Evil Clown” Scowl then says “that’s perfect, time to get this show on the road.”

The staff has been busy all afternoon and the Bar is ready for Fright Night. 


THE BAR

THE STAGE

The Kitchen staff has out done them selves with this years buffet 

DIP ANYBODY ?

BRAINS!

MEAT AND CHEESE DISH

MUMMY YUMMIES

? ? ?

BRANDYBEE PUNCH

The band doing a final sound check, the doors to the bar open and Stone and myself stand by the door to greet the patrons

[freddie]

the sound check is gone and im very happy about my new guitar : its sounds is really nice.
now its time to get ready and become the buckethead

well dunno if i will keep this mask all nite , im already sweating in it

i see Stone and Jayc , they seem doing the last check too , i arrive at their backs silent as a snake and slightly touch Stone hip with a finger

she jump off her feet and falls in Jayc arms screaming , both of them look at me and Stone places one hand on her heart and says : ” omw do you wanna kill me? damn my heart missed a beat “
i bite my lip to not laugh and try to say im sorry but looking at Jayc eyes a loud laughing comes out of my mouth
soon Jayc follows me and we both laugh
“Freddie !!!!” she screams at me and slaps my cheeck , then she join our laughing
“are you ready ?”  he then asks me
i nod and smile “i am …. ready to rock ”

[Brandybee]

I leave my dungeon, having put the last finishing touch of make- up on and step outside for some fresh air.

I see some bats flying round and smile, even they know it’s coming up to Halloween.

Taking my witches broom, I step inside the AB&G just in time to see Freddie teasing Stone with his white scary mask and bucket head. He looks quite sinister but that guitar sound he plays is phenomenal.

I hear him shout, … “Ready to Rock …” and I wave at him and blow him a kiss.

All the 7 dwarfs begin to dance with the other patrons and welcome one of their visiting cousins on to the dance floor dressed as a blood sucking spiderman. He shows off his moves in spectacular fashion…

Old Joe grabs my attention, “Want to try a Zombie Brain?”  he asks and guides me to the Dentist’s Chair …  (1 ounce Peach Schnapps ; 1 teaspoon Baileys ;1/2 teaspoon Grenadine )

It certainly looks quite evil and stomach churning

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Old Joe pours it into his special jug with the long spout and I lie back with my mouth open in the Dentist’s chair.

“You got your strawberry and cards ready?”  He asks.

I smile and take one out of the fruit bowl on the attached table on the arm rest and wave the cards at him, flicked over to display Cocktail Number 4 – the number representing Zombie Brains.

“3, 2, 1 ..”   Old Joe counts down and pours the cocktail into my mouth.

It tastes quite delicious and the potent alcohol fills my mouth and threatens to over spill. I swallow furiously till all the shot has gone. Only a slight trickle dribbles from the corner of my mouth. The alcohol gives me a delightful warm glow. My tongue darts out and sexily laps it up.

Then I sit up, straighten my witch’s hat, slowly rise from the chair, bite into the succulent strawberry a little way and look around to share half of it with the next victim of the Dentist’s Chair…

I spot the next person and edge towards them with the juicy strawberry between my lips ready to pass on half the strawberry in a semi kiss, the booklet of flip-over-cocktail-numbers and the unspoken invitation to try one of Old Joe’s cocktails in the chair, just like I had done a few minutes earlier …

[Lover]

Roxxy and I are on our way to the bar. This year, we had to care for the christmas tree and after we spent days in the forest, we finally found a nice one.

When we arrived at the bar, we noticed that Brandy already has built the “tree” for the garden. Jayc was playing some nice music

They helped us to take the tree in and together we decorated it. Stone and Woody were waiting for us and we did an old german tradition: For every christmas bauble we hung up, we had a drink. Hicks 😮
After a while, we finished it. Just the the top was missing and so I climbed up the ladder to put it on.

What an amazing and contemplative mood

I'm thinking to tell them about the surprise I have…but then it wouldn't be a surprise. So I just smiled and had anticipation for the next days.

[ItsAmy123]

It's a couple of days before Christmas. The bar, although fully decorated in holiday cheer, is quieter than usual. Almost solemn. The only familiar face I can see by peaking from behind the curtain is Old Joe. Everyone else must be engaged in holiday shopping or decorating duties, if not on holiday.  There's still quite a crowd out there, I think to myself, considering I had decided to do a very impromptu performance, which was announced very last minute. The stage lights suddenly turn on and the curtain begins to unveil me.

I clutch onto my mic, wearing a sparkly, golden, floor-length gown. Trying to shake off the pre-show jitters, I begin to walk towards my spotlight, as the piano rifts of Writing's On The Wall by Sam Smith begin to play.

Sofia Karlberg – Writing's On The Wall
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2S36EaQkPQA

A loud applause and cheers at the sight of my entrance make me forget of any jitters and an aura of confidence, as well as emotion, overcomes me as I hold the mic close to my lips and begin to sing into it, in my typical soft, yet recognizably unique tone.

“I've been here before
But always hit the floor
I've spent a lifetime running
And always get away
But with you I'm feeling something
That makes me want to stay”

“I'm prepared for this
I never should have missed
But I feel like a storm is coming
If Im going to make it through the day
Then there's no more use in running
This is something I gotta face”

My vibrato rings high with the song kicking into the pre-chorus, as I use personal memories to deliver the sharp pain of the song's lyrics. There's thin drop silence in the bar and I can feel everyone's eyes on me.

“If I risk it all…”

“Could you break my fall…?”

I fall to my knees right as I begin to sing the chorus in breathy, hushed, Marilyn Monroe-esque tone. Tears fill my eyes as every single word rings through my soul.

“How do I live?
How do I breathe?
When you're not here Im suffocating”

“I wanna feel love
Run through my blood
Tell me is this where I give it all up?”

“For you
I have to risk it all
Cause the writing's on the wall…”

The song continues on into it's second verse as I stay on the floor. Tilting my head I gaze intensely towards the crowd, my eyes watery and my lips quivering for dramatic effect.

“A million shards of glass
That haunt me from my past”

“As the stars begin to gather
And the light begins to fade”

“When all hope begins to shatter
Know that I won't be afraid”

Two men come swiftly behind me, lifting me up by my arms and ripping my dress off me. All I have on underneath is body paint, golden glitter, and strategically placed golden stripes.

My hands are clinging onto the mic, as I'm quickly fastened onto this belt, hooking me onto two wires that are masked by pieces of cloth. I'm turned on my side as both men make sure I'm safely harnessed before I'm swung upwards into the air, as I sing the pre-chorus.

“If I risk it all…”

“Could you break my fall…?”

I twirl, dip-low into the crowd, spin back upwards throughout the final chorus, much to the gasps, amazement and bewilderment of the crowd.

“How do I live?
How do I breathe?
When you're not here Im suffocating”

“I wanna feel love
Run through my blood
Tell me is this where I give it all up?”

As the song reaches it's end, I lie on my back while still suspended in the air, with only the the support of the two sturdy clothed wires. I spin and I spin and I spin all the way to the last word, as water falling from above is showered all over me.

“For you,
I have to risk it all…”

“Cause the writing's on the wall…”

A loud uproar from the crowd marks the ending of my performance. I stay in character, lying still in that fixed position in the air, as my body glistens under the spotlight with water dripping off of me. The cheers, loud claps, whistles and even some standing ovations encompass my being as I smile to myself, breathing a sigh of relief.

****************************************

An hour or so later, I'm looking at myself in my specific mirror in the change room backstage. After applying some ruby-red lipstick to accentuate my lips, I throw on a red-coloured plaid shirt. I cock my head to the side to get a better view of how it looks on me in the mirror, before deciding to fasten it tightly around my bust and making a crop-top look out of it.

Smirking to myself, I look over my shoulder as I walk away towards my little suitcase. Checking myself out, I playfully wiggle my tushie. I chuckle at my silliness before grabbing my belongings and making my way out. I make sure to wave to Old Joe as I'm standing at the doors. It was my way of reminding him the deal we had made when I had given him a spare key earlier on in the night. He was confused and kind of upset when I told him I won't be a good ol' regular around here anymore but I got him to agree to look after my cabin every now and then just to make sure everything was good and functioning. I playfully warned him that I would be checking in from time to time to see if he was holding out on his end of our deal.

I break out of my trance of thoughts to see him waving back at me. Giving him a smile, I make my way out backwards. I give the bar one last, long look, taking all of it in.. all the memories, and then make my way to my car.

[Lover]

“Hey, now tell me about your surprise!” Brandy is looking at me a few days later. “Don't be so mysterious, you know I don't like that.” I grin and look to Roxxy, who also is grinning. I look around and notice, the bar is filled. Everyone is here for the big christmas party and the best, everyone is wearing an ugly sweater. It looks so strange and funny.

“Ok Brandy, it's time!” I hug Roxxy, we kiss each other deeply and I go behind the stage. Old Joe knows what to do – he dims the lights and and turns on the spot to the stage. The curtain is opening… and Freddy and I appear on stage. The old citizens of AChat village know what's going to happen, the younger ones are still surprised.

I take the micro “Hi all you amazing people. You know me as Lover, but not everybody knows, that I'm also the singer of the Cocks 'n' Roses, a band which was founded by members of AChat. But, and this is the sad message, we stopped after James, our drummer, has passed away. But today, Freddy and I are back, to give you a short christmas concert.”

The mood is biased. Some are still astonished, some are not understanding what's happening right now and some are cheering and applauding.

“Before we sing a few christmas songs, we remember all the beloved ones, who have stopped their journey and left this earth. They are away, but never forgotten and in our hearts, they live on. If you have a special one, it's time to send him your thoughts now. This is our song:”

Freddie sits aside me and plays his accoustic guitar. I join him with my guitar and start to sing:

Pink Floyd  – Wish You Were Here unplugged version
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3j8mr-gcgoI

 
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in a war
For a lead role in a cage?

“Come on everybody and sing with us” I say

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here

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