Just Another Dark o’clock Night. It’s a 6.

Why the hell does he act like such a jerk sometimes….figures he can play guitar...”

A blur of mood-ring color hair, bracelets and black leather, the Bartender, working the mahogany bar at the Six Sentence Café and Bistro, had sent three drinks up to the stage for the band; feeling nostalgic, she included a note to Roger – “be Eddie tonight” – friendship or not, he was a new hire and she could just as well fire him for having a mean streak, yet she knew she wouldn’t.

Hiring the new house band was a smart move if the size of the crowd was any indication – the Bistro was rockin’ and while the thirsty throngs may have intimidated your average bartender, Denise was not your average bartender; by all appearances she might have been serving up tea and soda pop at a Sunday afternoon luncheon; enjoying a brief lull, she said a silent prayer of thanks Mimi had persuaded Tom to work a double tonight since appetites fueled by alcohol and energized by music would eventually demand grilled meat and deep fried potatoes.

Denise glanced over the heads of a group of 30 somethings towards Jenne’s alcove, Ford’s gold leaf, hand painted 2-sided sign “Reserved for Proprietor” set properly in the center of the small table where Jenne would sit unobserved by most, a book never absent and at times accompanied by a small leather portfolio – yes, Ford had done right by our friend and fellow Proprietor of the Six Sentence Café and Bistro.

The question jarred her from a momentary reverie, I’m looking for a guy,” – Denise looked at the attractive young woman leaning over the bar towards her, waves of blond hair falling forward with her and said aloud, “aren’t we all”; the name “the Sophomore” made the Bartender pay much closer attention even while smiling at how the young blond woman didn’t strike her as the Sophomore’s type.

At the end of what turned out to be a good night, both exhausting and exhilarating at the same time, she paid the band (Nick refused) and asked Tom before he left if he’d whip up some take out for the Cafe’s new house band to take home with them; the books reconciled for another day of business, the Bartender locked the door behind her, walked up the 3 steps to the street; instead of trying to hail a cab, knowing she was headed for an adrenaline crash, turned to the left and walked the seven blocks to a brick walk-up…she pressed the intercom buzzer Nick, you there?”

34 thoughts on “Just Another Dark o’clock Night. It’s a 6.

  1. Spira June 30, 2022 / 6:10 pm

    (Headbanging to the VH song…will be back…my God, the chills from the opening riff )

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge June 30, 2022 / 6:14 pm

      You are FRIST!
      What? You got to warm up the tubes 😆
      (don’t make the neighbors call the cops on you, lol)

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      • Spira June 30, 2022 / 6:18 pm

        😂 I guess the cops got tired of dealing with the lunatic who decided to rock the house at 1 am with EVH…or…you can hang my mugshot at the bar!

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  2. Staarlz June 30, 2022 / 7:18 pm

    Denise, your descriptions are so precisely vivid that I was truly THERE:) Love the “blur of mood-ring colored hair”–I could totally see it. I could also see Jenne with a book. Tom’s a loyal guy, working a double shift–and oh my goodness, could I have a plate of Tom’s deep fried potatoes, please?!! Thanks so much–Zorah, and even Bedelia enjoyed their visit to the wild cafe/bistro! 🙂

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge July 1, 2022 / 12:24 am

      Your words are music to my ears, S! Thank you.
      Tom’s a good sport and quite the savant fry cook/chef. Absolutely! I’ve no doubt it would be his pleasure. Perhaps we shall add some more of Tom’s specials to the menu 😀
      Glad they had a good time 😊

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      • Staarlz July 1, 2022 / 1:17 am

        Yes please–more foods, I get awfully hungry reading posts, haha!!

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  3. Doug Jacquier June 30, 2022 / 8:05 pm

    I knew I was safe in fantasy land when I read. “Denise was not your average bartender; by all appearances she might have been serving up tea and soda pop at a Sunday afternoon luncheon”. 🙂 Fun Six (not said by a New Zealander).

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge July 1, 2022 / 12:15 am

      Doug, my Doug. You’re always safe at the Six Sentence Café and Bistro 😎 You should drop in sometime!
      Glad you had a good time (also not said by a New Zealander 😉)

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  4. Gr8BigFun June 30, 2022 / 8:09 pm

    Well written Denise. Felt like I was there at the bar watching the evening unfold.

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  5. Frank Hubeny June 30, 2022 / 9:54 pm

    Nice description: “mood-ring color hair”. There’s a story behind that blonde woman and the sophomore that I imagine will eventual be told.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge July 1, 2022 / 12:05 am

      Thanks, Frank. I couldn’t tell you why a mood ring popped into my head! Haven’t seen one of those in, yeah…that long, lol
      For sure and I’m looking forward to that story!

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  6. Spira July 1, 2022 / 6:06 am

    (I’m back)
    If only you could see Hūnga’s expression as you were approaching the door…priceless…the ineffable captured in essence.
    As he TTM said …perfect beings!
    Life lessons – unconditional love, check✅

    I will use another mechanical analogy than the coupled oscillators ( July 1st…already?!…too much sun over this head? lol ) ;

    Imagine two cardiovascular systems;
    the Blue one is what supports the proverbial real life, everything it may consist of.

    The Red is the one that engages in profound activities/experiences, insert your choice of what they may consist of.

    Usually, there is a kind of a switch that enables the activation of the Red system.

    Once in a blue moon, the two hearts are conjoined, creating a unified system where blue and red are informed in real time; yeah, it gets a bit deep purple but when I last checked everything worthy comes with a price.

    And then there are the ones that heed the call…Blue and Red separate, intact…but unseen lies the third heart, one that unifies, amalgamate(s)… pulsing “not in the tribe’s great victories, but in the silence of his/her personal despair”
    In other words (why didn’t you use them earlier Nick? Answer can be found at The Wakefield Doctine😉 ) by Carl Gustav:
    “…the normal (wo)man can follow the general trend without injury to self; but the one who takes to the back streets & alleys because (s)he cannot endure the broad highway will be the first to discover the psychic elements…allowing to follow own yearnings far from the beaten path and to discover what is that would meet the unconscious needs of his/her age.”

    PS: what a couple of lightning strikes can do to a man😁

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      • Spira July 3, 2022 / 5:57 am

        You are most gracious as you are patient…then again this place would not be what it is, unless it was infused with the qualities of its owner & hostess. True fact.

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  7. Keith's Ramblings July 1, 2022 / 8:46 am

    I’ve often thought of relocating my place, The Stage Door Bistro, close to the SSC&B and offering a bit of competition, but after reading this, I don’t think I’d stand a chance.

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    • Spira July 1, 2022 / 12:48 pm

      Keith, my reply posted as a comment below…damn phones😁

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge July 2, 2022 / 10:31 am

      Keith, I’m coming in late to the conversation as yesterday I was driving hundreds of miles but had I been around? I’d be saying the same as everyone else!

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  8. Liz H July 1, 2022 / 12:01 pm

    I’m right there with you, wandering the edges of the crowd, taking a sip off my black label whisky, waiting for those fried meat & potatoes.
    Play on!!

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge July 2, 2022 / 10:37 am

      Cool, Liz. I have to say, Tom’s culinary skills are a very pleasant surprise. Who knew!
      You got it!

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  9. Spira July 1, 2022 / 12:47 pm

    Keith…that is the Gatekeeper’s opinion but I think it resonates with the rest of the Proprietors…there would be no competition…
    …simply because after your opening we would decide collectively to bring down the wall between our Bistros and create one hell of a place!

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    • clark July 2, 2022 / 8:27 am

      or… or! thread-jumping without the slightest sense of virtual manners

      Given the non-locality of the Café* which implies the SSC&B might be found in any city (or village or refuge camp or town or outpost or ISS-storage-room), there surely would be no conflict for any non-SSC&B establishment to make available items from the Café’s menu, wine cellar, play list or cuisine, with, of course, appropriate labeling and/or branding.

      One can never know when the occasion that one of the Proprietors (or Tom) might run out of flour, audio speakers, private label scotch or plot devices, so provided the narrative allows, running down to the Stage Door and borrow a cuppa surely, given the caliber of the imaginations in this here bloghop here wouldn’t be the worst thing. (imo, being only one of the Proprietors)

      There’s an old saying in (the school of) Free-range Fiction, “With sufficient description of geography, demography or cultural idiosyncrasy, everyone is a neighbor.

      * it is always in the perfect spot, allowing for the character and imagination of both the author and their characters

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      • Spira July 2, 2022 / 8:50 am

        Tom running out of plot devices?! Have you noticed the rate of his output??

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        • clark July 2, 2022 / 10:19 am

          actually I was thinking of a certain, second year college student, who, despite having a totally hot, first year law student who combines the best of Salma, Willa (Fitzgerald) and Diane Arnold finding him interesting enough to cross the Atlantic, is wondering what he’s supposed to do next!

          Full Disclosure: the Sophomore is a rhetor-relic from the first ‘book’ I was infected by irrational ambition to attempt to write.

          That my writing skills have advanced since then is evidenced in my judgement that I don’t yet have the chops to do the story justice. (“Oh! The Humility!“)

          I’m more likely to be the one to get a Scotty Montgomery/Moe Fine haircut and run into Keith’s Bistro shouting… “I know I saw them run in here… faith and begorra! Help ma boablol

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  10. jenne49 July 3, 2022 / 6:37 am

    Just Another Dark O’Clock Night… but written so graphically that I’m wondering why that Jenne leaves her alcove place empty so long. (Humbled by the mention, thank you.) You had me right in there, Denise, drinking in the action of the evening. That bartender is one cool gal. Does she ever sleep? But then she knows how to deal with the adrenaline crash. Great writing, Denise.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge July 3, 2022 / 10:17 am

      Many have wondered the same but understand Jenne is a woman of the world, her travels taking her far. Should she stop in to the Café every now again, her table awaits.
      I’m glad the words could transport.
      Excellent question!
      Thank you, Jenne.

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