Last Dance. It’s a 6.

“You understand about NDs, am I right?… the “Disclosure” in “Non-Disclosure” refers to anything you saw, heard, think you remember, hell, the name of the bouncer at the last joint we were asked to leave; if you even smile at the thought of a stray image that might remain in your subconscious, you will be in breach of that agreement thereby inviting certain and unpleasant ramifications – in other words, say anything to anyone about tonight and you’re f”d.”

Denise, now front seat passenger in the rented Vanta-black limo, the promise written into every online, print, even the order form, read simply “Girls Night Out” and despite the revelry induced disarray to her hair and clothes, looked very much the stern parent admonishing their student driver child for running a stop sign.

The driver nervously adjusted his tie as if it were a tightening noose and stared at the woman sitting beside him, an unexplainable contradiction, she was Mary Poppins, but with a whip; he smiled slightly at the thought.

Holy shit damn, would you look at the sunrise, how incredible is that sky… the girls have no idea what they’re missing!”

Halfway out of the door, one foot on the concrete of the sidewalk, Denise leaned back in, an eye to details and need for accounting reflecting her non-wild-night self; the dry-splatter beach sand on the carpet prompted a smile, silent after-the-fact gratitude that everyone knew how to swim; she closed the limo door, bag filled with pieces of lingerie, a couple of matchbooks, a business card, then touched the small bandage on the inside of her left forearm hoping the ink would look as good in the daylight as it had last night, the only part of the evening she lost control.

As the sun took its final step up to the horizon, the Bartender took the last step down to the entrance to the Six Sentence Café and Bistro

31 thoughts on “Last Dance. It’s a 6.

  1. Liz H May 5, 2022 / 7:37 pm

    No pics or videos, then. Fine, the music tells quite the story. Lol!
    When non-seeing paints the most exquisite picture–sharp and fully written Six. ❤ 🦇

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  2. Frank Hubeny May 5, 2022 / 10:36 pm

    Nicely described: “Mary Poppins, but with a whip”. I can see the sun taking the last step up as the bartender takes the last step down to the entrance.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge May 6, 2022 / 3:02 pm

      Why thank you, Frank. Some of our best material can be culled from life experience, non? 😀
      Tough call on which is more beautiful – sunrise or sunset.
      She was particularly thankful to have seen the sun rise.

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  3. Spira May 6, 2022 / 2:45 am

    Oh La La, that’s what I’m talking about!
    71 words (yes I counted them) before in other words state that he is f’d if he opens his mouth about that night… that is some top notch interrogator stuff right there!!

    And we arrive at sentence 3…Mary Poppins with a whip…damn…that should be a movie for a Friday night!! ( I am so familiar with the concept cause I keep doing that with all my wife’s familiar songs/musicals – morphing them in an XXrated version lol)

    5, the 5…look, I’ll be honest here; it may result at a driver booking the next ticket to Antarctica (not that it will save him) and after all you said it: ” who, rumor had it, was thought to have endless, if not at times questionable connections”….but 5 begs on its knees for a continuation!!

    The Black album… of course…(where did I hear that tune recently 😉

    After all these and as you step down to the entrance of the Six Sentence Café and Bistro, tell me:
    who in their right mind dares to call you Luv and expect the drink at their table??

    Off the beaten path you reign…

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge May 6, 2022 / 9:19 pm

      Glad you enjoyed it, Spira! Totally my pleasure to present another tale from the SSC&B where anything can happen and there’s always more to the story…
      So about that continuation – maybe from the Bartender, perhaps from the Raconteuse… there was a limo full of adventurous women 😉
      Of course. (didn’t listen to the critics then, don’t listen now, still one of my favorites)
      I know, right!!
      Off the beaten path. Always.

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  4. Chris Hall May 6, 2022 / 8:54 am

    Catching her eye as she ducks back inside the limo, I run my fingertip over a small patch on the inside of my own forearm and offer an almost imperceptible wink.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge May 6, 2022 / 10:29 pm

      *The exchange was brief. Words unnecessary. A partial memory of the post-swim part of the “evening” sharpened; she smiled. She didn’t remember whose idea it was to stop but she vividly recalled the “enthusiasm”, a chorus of “I dare you!s” filling the limo. She wondered – did Chris go first… the others…. did each of them end the evening with a small bandage on the inside of their left forearm? *

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      • Spira May 7, 2022 / 5:47 am

        Ok…and now I am envisioning Lucille Ball style scenes where the males are conspiring in tricking you to reveal the tattoos…as in putting everything at the higher shelves etc…lol

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  5. jenne49 May 7, 2022 / 6:45 am

    That was some night, Denise! Wonderful descriptions that make me feel I was actually there. Oh, hey, I was! 😉

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  6. clark May 7, 2022 / 8:09 am

    Perfect case for the (sideways) application of a famous quote:
    “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn’t hear the music.”

    The next day at work, (or school) many will ignore and judge (these are the ones the quote pities); a small percentage (made smaller by their tendency to be non-noticeable) will look at the bandaged wrists and shared smiles and leaven their envy with a renewed commitment to seize whatever part of the day they can.

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  7. Tom May 7, 2022 / 11:15 am

    Well, it’s alright for some!
    Sounds like your night off the record was a good one!

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