The Piano Bar.
Hoagie was sitting behind his piano. It was a Saturday night, and he had been playing for hours. The bar had been quite full for a Saturday, and he had enjoyed bringing smiles to so many faces. From across the room, Ricky smiled at him. Ricky was the bartender, a friendly man, who served any drink the costumer wanted. His knowledge of drinks was amazing. He appeared to know every drink there was, and he was proud of it. He was currently cleaning the bar. The establishment had closed its doors about half an hour ago, and the only costumer left was "Chewy", who had his feet on the table, and his head against the wall. He was asleep. But then again, he was there every night. He was a retired seaman, who used to be part of a famous pirate crew, or so he told. Chewy's real name was Marcus, but because of his habit of using chewing tobacco, he had earned his nickname. He often told stories of his life at sea. Although most of his stories were so absurd, it was clear he had made them up (Like the one time he would supposedly have been hunting for a giant white sea snake), he was nonetheless good company, always in the mood for a song or joke. The waitress' were cleaning up the tables, bringing the empty glasses to Ricky. Rachel, who was blonde, worked part-time, to pay for her studies. She was talking to Ricky, who laughed, and responded to her. Her colleague was brown haired Katie. Katie had been working in the bar for a couple of years. Before that, she had a rather shady career, but she preferred not to talk about it.
As he lit a cigarette, Hoagie stretched, and looked around the room again. Besides Chewy, there was someone else that just sat in the room. His boss, and the owner of the establishment. James nodded at him, put his hat on his head, and told the rest he would be leaving. Hoagie didn't mind. James wasn't a bad boss, but he wasn't always good company. He had a strange speech problem, which caused him to stutter whenever he met someone he didn't know. Whilst Hoagie found it strange for such a man to own a café, he didn't linger on it too much. Instead, he let his thoughts go back to a couple of hours before. When he was taking a break from his piano, he had noticed a pretty girl looking at him. She had been sitting at one of the many tables, but didn't appear to be with someone. Taking a sip from his whiskey, he exhaled the smoke from his cigarette, and started playing a tune. Whilst he was playing however, he couldn't keep his eyes of the girl. She had just ordered a drink from Rachel, and was leaning back in her chair comfortably. Her dark blue blouse made a beautiful contrast to her chocolate brown skin. Her dark hair was loose, and ran down to her shoulders. He couldn't help but smile at her.
Yes, everyone in the bar had heard him play that night. But none of them mattered. He had played for her. Only for her. But now she was gone again, and he leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed. He exhaled, blowing a thin stream of smoke into the well lit room. He liked playing the piano. But that night, he had loved it.