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The woman raised her hand and signaled the bartender. “What do you want?” the bartender said as she walked towards them. The question brought Frank out of his daze. “My drink, I want my drink.” Both the woman and the bartender looked at him. The bartender replied “Sir she is next.” Frank faced woman and looking her in the eye, took a deep breath and said “No. I was next.” The bartender turned to Frank then to the woman. “Sir.” he bartender said but before she could get further, the woman beside Frank put one finger in front of the bartender’s face. “Wait a minute,” she said turning to Frank. “What are you drinking?” she asked him. Again, she took his momentum. He was stunned. Is she offering me a drink? He thought. “Well, I am waiting.” He could not remember what he wanted. He replied, “Captain and coke.” The woman turned to the bartender and said, “Two shots of tequila along with his order and put it on my tab.”

Frank chuckled “Your order is a bit stiff.” The woman smiled “Mine, yes.” I would expect more from you. He straightened up at her comment. He stuck his chest out. “What do you mean?” She step closer to him, placed a hand on his shoulder, and pressed her body against Frank. “You look strong but your drink is weak.” She smiled coyly. “I like you, not your drink. Come sit with me and my friends.” The woman began to walk away when Frank called to her. “Your name, What’s your name?” She turned around, “Alexandra.” She turned away and headed towards her friends.
Frank was at a lost. He looked down at his feet, pinched the bridge of his nose, and let put out baffled sigh. When he looked up, he could see Alexandra making her way through the crowd. She was half way to the other side of the club. Frank grinned, watching several men turn their heads as Alexandra walked past. She just insulted me and gave me a compliment me in the same breathe. He shook his head and started to follow. What am I doing? Frank began to think about all the nights he passed unnoticed and the few failed attempts to strike conversations with the women of the night scene. He shrugged his shoulders and thought; At least I have my drink.

With that, Frank worked his way through the crowd, anxious, even giddy as to what might happen next

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January 10th 2009 @ 03:09

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Frank's story continued

First, I apologize for the delay but the holiday slash new year deal got the best of me. Here is more of Frank's story. I hope you enjoy.

He met her at a nightclub, the type where the men wear clean-shaven smiles, dark blue dress shirts, and black slacks. The women wore their short black skirts with perfectly trimmed shoulder length hair or tight blue jeans and smelled of Chanel No. 5. Here, the bouncers wear black and look like second-string offensive linemen. Nonetheless, Frank showed up with a smile and money in hand.
Inside, soft colored lights broke the darkness. Blues, orange, and yellows poured down on the patrons. The wall was one continuous mirror. This always impressed Frank, mainly because the nightclub was circular. In fact, there was not a corner or sharp edge in the whole place. The bar to the right was hollow oval. The bartenders performed circus tricks serving the never-ending stream of clients, spinning, and dodging as went between liquor and counter. The liquor flowed more than the lines of the club. The music was blend of euro-club. The base set the tone, a constant beating that bounced off the walls and through his body.
Frank made his way towards the bar, shifting in the sea of bodies. Once he reached the called to one of the bartenders. “Excuse me.”, he said. “Excuse me.” There was no response. He called again, “Excuse me.” This time he called out much louder than last, still no response. He let go a sigh of frustration. Determined to get service, he took in a deep breath preparing to yell. Unfortunately, someone beat him to it. “HEY YOU!” there was a high-pitched shout and a nudge that push Frank to the left. All followed by a woman to take Frank’s place at the bar. Frank looked to his right to see who had stolen his thunder and his opportunity to buy a drink.
“Oh…sorry about that.” The comment disarmed Frank, as well as the woman looks. She was nearly his height. “Sometimes you need to be forceful to get what you want around here. You know what I mean?” She looked at him with half a smile. Frank looked back at the dark haired, olive complexioned woman that beat him to the punch. He did not know how to answer her. Frank was a watcher. He did everything to prepare for the game but never played. Actually, this was the first time Frank did anything more than say “hello” or give a nod of recognition. She continued looked at Frank for confirmation. All he could say was “Yeah”.

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January 6th 2009 @ 06:01

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Frankly Speaking

The sharp wind was an abrupt end to his sleep. “How the hell…” he exclaimed as he nearly fell off the bench outside his condominium. Frank’s head was spinning and sore. He rose slowly uncurling from the fetal position that kept him from falling off the bench. His shoulders and neck were tense and strained. As he collected himself he couldn’t figure out what was more painful, the ringing in his ears that made him feel like he was on the wrong side of a boxing match or the lump on the back of his head that seemed to confirm his feeling. As the haze cleared from his eyes, he remembered, the party…
“Damn it.”, he said immediately reaching for his wallet. It was still there in his back pocket. That was the problem; Frank normally kept his wallet in his inside pocket of his blazer. “Come on, come on…” he mumbled as he looked around the bench for his jacket. He stood to his feet and staggered forward a few paces to the street. Perhaps it was near the curb or the other side. It was nowhere in sight. Frank stumbled back to the bench and sat down. “Think…” he said to himself. Frank really liked that jacket. It was a deep purple velvet crush. It looked black at night and at the right angle, it could be mistaken for a dark red.
Frank had to bring his mind into focus. He had to put the pieces together. Frank rubbed the lump on the back of his head wondering what he did at the party. Then it clicked, a face came to mind. He remembered the face of a woman. Frank started to smile. Alexandra he thought, or at least that is what she told him. It did not make a bit of difference to Frank. Focusing on her face helped him to remember the previous night.

This is the beginning of the story. I will post it portion by portion. The next portion will be posted 1/3/2009.

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