An hour ago, when Martin walked through the back door, past the broken pinball machine and functioning jukebox, to the left of the singular pool table and into his seat three spots in from the edge of the bar, the number of patrons could be counted on three hands. 705 more words
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It’d be fifteen years since I last heard it. But it’s irresistible and in the cosy chairs of the Pacific Dawn’s Promenade Bar we all sang along… 1,045 more words
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Cal’s been through his repertoire twice, though the regulars don’t notice the repetition.
This time of night, when the floor’s awash with beer and the pavement outside has had its first bloody baptism, he turns to the old tunes, ones that make the most busted booze hound weep. 93 more words