My thoughts drift away like the smoke rising away from my cigarette. Of all the seedy little dives in town she walks into mine. There's nothing special about this place, just a dinghy hole in the wall with a good sound system, cold beer, and booze that flows freely.
A stripper pole in the corner for the occasional drunk college girl and a pool table that's been my bed more nights than I care to admit. On this particular night, I sit in with the band on guitar wasting time and drinking bourbon. All is right in my world, then... she walks in.
We get all kinds here from the rich tourist kids spending their parent's money; the haggard old guys and their somebodies, and the local wannabe hipsters hanging out on the wrong side of town.
But we never get her!
I see her walk in. She has her guard up. I admire her beautiful face and strawberry blonde hair. She has a beautiful body with ample cleavage, long legs and my God what an ass! All wrapped in pretty pink. The room seems brighter whichever part she moves to.
I watch her and enjoy the vision. I watch her and laugh to myself as she swats away all the guys' advances like some little annoying gnats swarming around her. I watch her as she works the room, all eyes on her. I watch. Her.
Finally we lock eyes. Her face though looking like an angel gives me the "Fuck right off" look.
But her eyes give her away. Those heavenly green eyes. Lights glint off them like diamonds and they betray her guarded act. In those eyes I see her yearning for love. Her passion. Her soul. I fumble through the next few chords on my guitar. So for the next 15 minutes I watch her and we lock eyes here and there. Each time I'm dumb thumbing through a section on the guitar.
I follow her ass as she shimmies toward the stripper pole. I watch as she starts to work that pole!
As the song ends and the band takes a break I notice a young wannabe harassing her, I know she can easily handle him but I get off the stage and walk straight up to her, grabbing her arm, spinning her around into my arms. I glare at the wannabe, silently mouthing, "Back off, she's mine!" The wannabe slinks away with his tail between his legs.
Finally I gaze back into those eyes and say "Hello there." She smirks at me, "What, you think your some knight in shining armor? Saving a damsel in distress?" At this point my heart melts when I hear her sexy spicy Cajun accent. I just smile at her and then lean in to whisper in her ear, "You're still holding me!"
The band goes back on stage and they call me up, I break our embrace just enough to wave the band off and they start the set. I'm thinking they don't sound as good when I'm not up there but I don't care. Tonight has become about only one person and it's not me for a change.
The night ebbs away as we never break our bond. Slow song, fast song it makes no difference. She is melting in my arms and I feel her heartbeat against mine.
We kiss. And we kiss. The kisses feeling like one long kiss. We feel as two people joined as one.
As the last of the customers leave and I finally walk away from this angel to lock the door. I wrap my arms back around her and kiss her one more time. I take her by the hand and smile at her as we walk towards the backroom.
Actually I'm really smiling to myself because I know I'm falling for this girl. I squeeze her hand and lean to give her a peck on the ...
"Boss, boss wake up you fuckin drunk!" and slowly the world almost comes back in to focus.
An empty bottle of bourbon by my head. My head pounding, I feel like I was hit by a truck.
"You really got to stop sleeping on the damn pool table! Jesus boss I swear I'm gonna walk in one day and I'm gonna find you dead on that fucking table!"
"Sammie if you don't start whispering I'm gonna find you dead! What time is it?" I growl.
Thankfully quietly Sammie says "The suns been up and ready to set in a couple hours."
I think to myself. "Sammie gets to live another day as I stumble off the pool table and to the bar to light a cigarette. My eyes try to focus that last little bit and my head screams. I savor that first hit of nicotine and think "Fuck the doctor!"
"Coffee", is the only thing I can say as Sammie scurries to the backroom to get some.