TeraNover

........he stops for a moment in the pause between laughs
"so how do u just get up and leave everything" she said setting down her third drink looking like it was her 12th.

"oh thats the easy part!" he chuckles. he walks from behind the bar cleaning a few spills of the slobbered Lambs along the way.
"u just get up and walk away."

"well what if u, ur mind changed and u want it back?" she tosses back her drink, the air pausing for a moment while his personal theme music plays through the restaurant.

"oh u dont. u cant. it doesnt work that way. u walk away. keep walkin. u walk away."

she looks a little puzzled with a googly eyed stare, her blue eyes and her odd smile making him question whats going on in her mind.

"so how long u here to?" she says changing the subject in her own "flit of fairy" like way.

"here? like?" the 'to's' and 'at's' making him miss any of the point of a sentence again.

"what time do u get off?' she annunciates grinning at his blank stare.

"uh, prob 6, maybe 8."

"u like workin nights?" tappin the bar for another drink of lambs and green martini.

"don't like workin days. people calm down at night. u get to see who they are, or at least who they'd like to think they are. and i know too well how to handle people with the booze."
chucklin he pours the drink just wishin he could add some extra to get some extra tip.

" reason enough. any other reason?"

He ponders, scratchin his face a little to much, then starin at his nails out of unconcious habit.
"days are about waitin, and pushin and pullin and pretense to make urself what u should seem like u are. make any sense. hell im no philosopher and im talking to much without thinking this through. Im workin don’t ask me this shit. " drinkin an extra coffee just to get that boost.
"mostly its the waitin. days are about, bullshit and cues/que's. I hate cue's/que's."

excerpts 16805 from "a warm celtic corpset." (crappy title, good book.)