Caritas, Friday Evening

[newroutines]

Mike was grooving to the zombie band's music, cleaning glasses, when he heard the voice. When he turned around, he saw the blonde girl by the bar. There was a bemused look on her face.

"... What are you doing now, babe?"

Mike chuckled. "Dancing, sweetheart," he said, adding a little spin as a flourish. "What's it look like –– oh, you're gone." Yeah, there was no one there once he completed his move. "Riiight."

Okay then.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Perfect Lady
Magic Woman
Chelsea Girl

[ocd freeeee.]