| Last Call |
[Apr. 15th, 2010|04:07 pm] |
Greg slid onto a bar stool and lit a cigarette before grabbing the shot of whiskey that had been waiting for him. Kingston Mines was closed for the night and Greg was enjoying one last drink and a smoke before going back to his apartment. He played here earlier with a band, filling in for their sick drummer at the last moment. Thankfully he had played with the band before so filling in hadn't been difficult.
Music was his life's passion and nothing beat the blues in his book. Chicago was a great city for the blues and it had some of the best blues clubs in the country. Greg knew them all very well and had spent a lot of time in all of them, but Kingston Mines was his favorite. He spent enough time here that they let him stay after they locked the door for the night. He had his last drink and a smoke while the staff cleaned up for the night.
He glanced down at his watch. It was already half past four in the morning. A long draw on his cigarette, savoring the feeling of inhaling the smoke and slowly letting it out, and then he stood up. Time to go home and get some sleep. He had a long night ahead of him. It was the first night of the full moon and he wouldn't get any sleep tonight. |
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