RUSH HOUR
It barely took an hour for the Riot Zone to fill up and the volume to rise. Jeff danced contentedly behind his DJ equipment, his own band Peroxwhygen's music blaring out of the old super-sized speakers. Wearing a wifebeater painted in a splatter of rainbow colours and baggy lime green pants with his long hair dyed bright sky blue and plaited down his back, he stood out like a crazy coloured beacon. His music twisting and contorting its way through the bar was one of his passions, he poured his entire personality into it. He exercised his creativity in lots of different ways, spreading himself into every possible avenue. The huge abstract canvases that adorned the walls were his work, glowing in vibrant shades. As was the floor pattern, a giant spiral that careered into every corner in a glorious uncontrollable tangle. Matt and Lita had let him loose for a couple of days to decorate the bar with a warning not to go too crazy with the spray- paints since he'd knocked himself out before from the fumes.
"Heads up!"
Matt caught the bottle and finished off the drink in front of him with it before shoving the glass towards the customer. There had been no time for a break so far, the orders had come in thick and fast. He, Lita and Chris were working double-quick to satisfy the customers
"Vodka, two shots" a young dark haired man yelled to Lita before smiling at what he saw "hey when do you get off work?"
"Original" she replied, pushing him two glasses and accepting his money "no chance in hell"
She looked pretty domineering in tight black leather pants and a sleeveless black leather top with a blood red lapelled deep v into her cleavage combined with smoky black eye, black silver-spiked wrist cuffs and waving hair that flashed in the strobes. Add the cutting scornful scowl and the guy more than got the message. With a dopey grin, he wandered away with his shot glasses. Matt hid a smile as he regarded his fiancée. She could make scaring men away a full time job. He didn't even have to step in with the 'I'm her fiancé' speech. Trying to hit on her in the middle of their busiest time was not a smart move either, her temper was sharp and her tolerance low.
"Evening to all our regulars and any new faces, hope you've been buying your drinks from our regular rock stars behind the bar Jericho, Matt and Lita" Jeff's distinctive Southern softened voice spoke out over the ebbing strains of his music "Music'll be back very soon but to get this zone kicked off, lets hear it for our ladies, two very hot and talented dancers, Stacy and Torrie!"
A huge cheer erupted throughout the room as a well-worn pounding beat spilt out through the speakers and Stacy and Torrie sashayed onto the stage. They were dressed in identical pale peach dresses which zigzagged just above their knees; Stacy's neckline was modest with only one strap and Torrie's retained both straps but cut a lot lower. The dresses were made of a lot of material overlaps and spare pieces, giving them a flapper trash look which showed their glowing tans and sunshine hair off perfectly. They moved in unison, their limbs loose and able in the beat. It was a deceptively angelic sight. Torrie's eyes frantically searched the club. Yeah, Billy was there, smiling at her.
The bar was a weird melding; glamorous blondes dancing in-between the grinding purring alternative vibes of someone who looked like they'd waded through a rainbow and a curvy singer who sang the blues. It included elements of what made specialist places popular but Lita and Matt had wanted to include everything that made them smile and mesh it together in a dirty vibrant mess.
Stacy leapt in the air, her legs kicking impossibly high and dignity covered by a minuscule pair of hot-pants. Torrie, circled in golden light form the sun bouncing off her hair, followed short after. The music sank into a deep mellow note and with a wave of their hands, Stacy and Torrie disappeared suddenly. The crowd, mixed and rowdily, roared their approval as Jeff's music bled in heavily to mask the impending silence. Lita smiled as she tossed a bottle to Chris as he began his nightly bottle juggling act. So far so good.
A glass smashed on the wall behind her, trickling glass tears down one of Jeff's more angry dark abstracts. Before she could pick out who threw it, Bubba lurched through the packed crowd with surprising speed for a guy his size and cleanly lifted a singled out guy before depositing him on the other side of the bar. It was the same guy who'd pathetically tried hitting on Lita earlier. She looked at Bubba questioningly
"Preventing not starting fights" he stated "I've been watching him all night; keeps trying to get onstage or pick up chicks, badly"
With a raise of his eyebrows, Bubba ploughed his way back to the door, the crowds parting warily for him. He and D-Von were legendary for their tough and harsh way they chose to deal with the people deemed detrimental to the club. Lita looked over to where Jeff was dancing maniacally behind the equipment. For some reason, he'd painted a large blue teardrop over one of his eyes. He was always finding new ways to express himself, the latest being body paint. Matt despaired of him most of the time.
It barely took an hour for the Riot Zone to fill up and the volume to rise. Jeff danced contentedly behind his DJ equipment, his own band Peroxwhygen's music blaring out of the old super-sized speakers. Wearing a wifebeater painted in a splatter of rainbow colours and baggy lime green pants with his long hair dyed bright sky blue and plaited down his back, he stood out like a crazy coloured beacon. His music twisting and contorting its way through the bar was one of his passions, he poured his entire personality into it. He exercised his creativity in lots of different ways, spreading himself into every possible avenue. The huge abstract canvases that adorned the walls were his work, glowing in vibrant shades. As was the floor pattern, a giant spiral that careered into every corner in a glorious uncontrollable tangle. Matt and Lita had let him loose for a couple of days to decorate the bar with a warning not to go too crazy with the spray- paints since he'd knocked himself out before from the fumes.
"Heads up!"
Matt caught the bottle and finished off the drink in front of him with it before shoving the glass towards the customer. There had been no time for a break so far, the orders had come in thick and fast. He, Lita and Chris were working double-quick to satisfy the customers
"Vodka, two shots" a young dark haired man yelled to Lita before smiling at what he saw "hey when do you get off work?"
"Original" she replied, pushing him two glasses and accepting his money "no chance in hell"
She looked pretty domineering in tight black leather pants and a sleeveless black leather top with a blood red lapelled deep v into her cleavage combined with smoky black eye, black silver-spiked wrist cuffs and waving hair that flashed in the strobes. Add the cutting scornful scowl and the guy more than got the message. With a dopey grin, he wandered away with his shot glasses. Matt hid a smile as he regarded his fiancée. She could make scaring men away a full time job. He didn't even have to step in with the 'I'm her fiancé' speech. Trying to hit on her in the middle of their busiest time was not a smart move either, her temper was sharp and her tolerance low.
"Evening to all our regulars and any new faces, hope you've been buying your drinks from our regular rock stars behind the bar Jericho, Matt and Lita" Jeff's distinctive Southern softened voice spoke out over the ebbing strains of his music "Music'll be back very soon but to get this zone kicked off, lets hear it for our ladies, two very hot and talented dancers, Stacy and Torrie!"
A huge cheer erupted throughout the room as a well-worn pounding beat spilt out through the speakers and Stacy and Torrie sashayed onto the stage. They were dressed in identical pale peach dresses which zigzagged just above their knees; Stacy's neckline was modest with only one strap and Torrie's retained both straps but cut a lot lower. The dresses were made of a lot of material overlaps and spare pieces, giving them a flapper trash look which showed their glowing tans and sunshine hair off perfectly. They moved in unison, their limbs loose and able in the beat. It was a deceptively angelic sight. Torrie's eyes frantically searched the club. Yeah, Billy was there, smiling at her.
The bar was a weird melding; glamorous blondes dancing in-between the grinding purring alternative vibes of someone who looked like they'd waded through a rainbow and a curvy singer who sang the blues. It included elements of what made specialist places popular but Lita and Matt had wanted to include everything that made them smile and mesh it together in a dirty vibrant mess.
Stacy leapt in the air, her legs kicking impossibly high and dignity covered by a minuscule pair of hot-pants. Torrie, circled in golden light form the sun bouncing off her hair, followed short after. The music sank into a deep mellow note and with a wave of their hands, Stacy and Torrie disappeared suddenly. The crowd, mixed and rowdily, roared their approval as Jeff's music bled in heavily to mask the impending silence. Lita smiled as she tossed a bottle to Chris as he began his nightly bottle juggling act. So far so good.
A glass smashed on the wall behind her, trickling glass tears down one of Jeff's more angry dark abstracts. Before she could pick out who threw it, Bubba lurched through the packed crowd with surprising speed for a guy his size and cleanly lifted a singled out guy before depositing him on the other side of the bar. It was the same guy who'd pathetically tried hitting on Lita earlier. She looked at Bubba questioningly
"Preventing not starting fights" he stated "I've been watching him all night; keeps trying to get onstage or pick up chicks, badly"
With a raise of his eyebrows, Bubba ploughed his way back to the door, the crowds parting warily for him. He and D-Von were legendary for their tough and harsh way they chose to deal with the people deemed detrimental to the club. Lita looked over to where Jeff was dancing maniacally behind the equipment. For some reason, he'd painted a large blue teardrop over one of his eyes. He was always finding new ways to express himself, the latest being body paint. Matt despaired of him most of the time.