The night was warm with a sweet breeze that would have rustled the trees had there been any. It was going to be a long night and only a few patrons had entered before a young lady, young man, and older gentleman made there way into Charle's bar one by one. They chose their respective seats and ordered their drinks.
At first it didn't seem like they were together. They all shyed away from any kind of communication, whether it be eye contact or otherwise. The young man chose to sit at the corner table. The table was rectangular in shape and a single light swung back and forth from the ceiling. He reached in his breast pocket and pulled out a magazine as the waitress arrived at the table.
"What will you be having this evening?" she asked cheerily as he began to take his navy blue jacket off and lay it on the chair back.
"Mariachi Bourbon, please. Oh. . and. .uh bring the bottle," he said pulling the wooden chair out and sitting down.
"Be right back," she replied with a smile.
"Ahem, I said I wanted a scotch" while the scene in the corner unfolded the young lady had already sat at the other end of the bar.
"Oh. .um, I'm sorry. My mind was somewhere else." I said as I took the glass I was wiping, so deligently, and placed it on a napkin in front of her. I put three cubes of ice in and filled the glass up, watching as the waitress walked back over to the corner.
The older gentleman had already thrown his hand up and motioned for a waitress as well and was waiting for her to bring back his beer. He was seated at a small wooden table at the stage waiting for the musician, that's always here, to come and play his song. They all sit in their personal daydream until the clock strikes nine. This is when they all acknowlegde each other as a young man strolls on to the stage.