Cocktail Dreams
'OK, three parts vodka and one part amaretto gives you…'
Makimachi Misao was busy behind the bar of mixing the various liquors together. She carried the old fashioned glass across the bar.
"One Godmother, there you go sir," she said setting the cocktail down in front of a man who picked it up and left to the dance floor, without even looking at Misao.
She sighed, "Another satisfied customer," she said sarcastically.
In her red sleeveless oriental top decorated with small gold flowers and a short black miniskirt, and her hair in her typical long braid, with her nametag that read, 'Misao bartender', Misao was in her usual work uniform at the club 'The Shrine', and tonight she was busy as ever. The counter was crowded with people dressed to impress and it all seemed like a river of sparkle and glitter with the scent of cologne and perfume heavy in the air. The lights were flashing and colorful and the dance music was pounding.
"Miss! One beer please!" called a man to Misao.
"Be right with you!" she yelled back while trying to take and fill orders at the other end of the counter.
"One martini!"
"Tequilas!"
"Just give me a sec," Misao stammered.
"Gin!"
The confusion was overwhelming and Misao was spilling the elixirs this way and that trying to get them to their proper owners.
"Misao?"
"WHAT!" she cried.
An identically dressed Kaoru had just came up and tapped her on her shoulder, "You could take your break now."
Misao's shoulders lost their tension and her face became innocent again, "Oh. Um, thanks Kaoru. I'll see you later."
She walked down to the end of bar and flipped the counter up and struggled her way through the crowd and pushed open the door to the alley. The music was greatly tuned down out here and the fresh air was comforting. Misao sighed as she pulled out a cigarette and lighter from her knee high stockings that were concealed by high-heeled boots. She lit it between her mouth and sucked in the diseased enriched fumes.
'My last one, then I'm off the stuff for good,' she thought to herself.
Leaning against the brick wall, watching the rats eat at the garbage bags of the building next to her, Misao finished her second cigarette throwing it to the floor and crushing it with the tip of her boot. Back to work.
She opened the door, bracing herself for the loud clamor but the usual music was turned off and everyone was quiet watching the stage fill with smoke and lively pop music was playing. Misao quickly made her way to the bar where she met up with Kaoru.
"What's going on?"
Out from the smoke a lone figure walked out with a microphone in hand and the music was halted again. The lights focused on the figure in the dark and revealed a lean woman, with long straight hair, her lips were crimson, purple eye shadow, and glitter adorn her cheeks. She wore a tight pair of dark blue, low-rise jeans, with a deep purple sleeveless, v-neck top with black lace sewn on top of it.
Kaoru leaned over to Misao excitedly, "Can you believe the boss got Takani Megumi to play here!"
"Who?" questioned Misao.
Megumi started to sing
Kaoru looked over to Misao in amazement, "You never heard of her! She's become most popular. She's the latest thing on the J-pop scene!"
Misao rolled her eyes; Kaoru was always up to date on the latest trends and celebrities.
The crowd started dancing and the lights were flashing again and Megumi was up on stage singing and dancing.
Misao had to admit the music wasn't bad at all, but just give her vintage rock n' roll any day, but of course rock n' roll wasn't exactly the best music for a dance club. She returned to her post for the rest of the night and enjoyed herself as best she could at work.