Mm. Another Pirates story, mates. Got…Depp?
Lip Balm
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The atmosphere inside the shabby restaurant was stuffy and rather hot. People of all ages were seated on what appeared to look like the a bar and a row of creaky stools. I sat at the far end of a crook, staring into a hallway, which had numerous fluorescent signs advertising different sorts of alcohol. The air smelled of fish, beer and people who have not taken a bath since at least a month. Dining at a place such as this wasn't exactly my idea of a classic meet up.
Of course the person I was planning to meet didn't show up at all. In fact, I was being the opposite of what I would normally be doing. Which is, leaving if the person was late even for a few minutes. But despite of the terrible odor, the stuffy atmosphere, the rowdy and drunken men, the small condition of the tables, the dirt covered floor and the roach infested restrooms…something told me to stay put.
"What'll it be, hun," said a nasally voice from next to me. I looked up and saw a blonde haired lady with far too much make up, holding a notepad which looked as if it were overflowing with telephone numbers and wads of gum. Wrinkles cascaded down her face and she was wearing a short skirt that obviously had the waist band pulled up to her stomach. This lady had stopped at my table at least 5 times during the last hour.
"I believe I told you already…Beatrice," I said, glancing at the worn, golden nametag below her right shoulder. "I am waiting for someone, and I am not leaving any time soon."
"Suit yourself," Beatrice snapped, running fingers through her long hair. "But I have people waiting to be seated." She pointed a skinny finger towards a large round window, where a numerous amount of frustrated looking people queued in front of a large rope. A sign next to it read, Please wait to be seated. And it had a large yellow smiling face underneath those words, along with globs of gum and profane words written in sharpie.
I waited for another hour, not for the person who I was supposed to meet up with. But more of because the mood inside the restaurant was getting far more comfortable by the minute. A few men slept openly on the ground, kicking into the air as they dreamed. Like dogs.
I wasn't expecting anything terrible to happen, while I sat in the far crook, staring into a hallway which had numerous florescent signs advertising different sorts of alcohol. I wasn't expecting anything great to occur either, while people of all ages sat on what appeared to look like a bar and a row of creaky stools. I wasn't expecting anything memorable to come about in this shabby restaurant, which was stuffy and rather hot. And smelled of fish, beer and people who had not taken a bath since at least a month.
I got up from my corner, edging carefully around a man who had freely laid himself down on the floor with a thud. Sighing slightly, I walked across a smoke filled room, almost grieving that I had to leave such a place that strangely meant a lot to me, even if I had only been sitting in it, doing absolutely nothing for the past few hours.
I wasn't expecting anything to happen at all. I just knew that it was time to leave, and that it had gotten far too late. The sky outside was already completely dark and freckled with an infinite number of stars.
I reached the door and swung it wide open. In walked Captain Jack Sparrow.
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