Temptation

A Story by Daz

The day was coming to an end and he patiently waited for night to fall. The local bar was calling him. A place to unwind. He thought about the last time he visited. The usual crowd was there and some new faces. The ambience was just right. The way he liked it. Only thing missing was his favorite barmaid who wasn't working that night.

This night she was going to be there. "She's such a flirt," he thought to himself as he anticipated what new mystery would present itself tonight. She had a french name and wore the most revealing outfits, showing of her curves and tattoos. She said she was from Louisiana. Of course she was. Fate, for him, somehow had a way of creating encounters with this type. Truth is she was one of the reasons he frequented this joint. Other reason was that he just liked the vibe of the place. He would invite his friends to this family owned bar occasionally but for the most part he went alone. Besides It was just across the street from where he lived. Easy walking distance.

The air was cool with a foggy, night sky. The haunting moon starring down from above. Tonight was special. There were folks smoking cigarettes outside the bar, others speaking on their cell phones while the music blasted from inside. Someone had selected some classics from the touchscreen jukebox. Something Mo-townish. He heard someone call out his name. He turned and saw a guy standing at the corner a couple of feet away from the bar entrance. It was his Moroccan friend who had some weed rolled up in a blunt. They both had a few puffs after a brief rapport. Eyes were bloodshot and time was in slow motion. They walked through the door, aiming straight for the center. The barmaid with the French name greeted them with a smile. She had a bewitching beauty about her. The temptations now playing through the speakers.. "Papa was a rolling stone". Tonight was going to be an interesting one he thought to himself.