Charlie's Grill and Bar
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Not to far from the Orlando Convetnion Center, a man named Charlie Johnson ran a small bar. He served average drinks to the blue collar crowd that lived in the area. His regulars knew who he was, and they almost always paid their tabs. As strange as it may sound, Charlie was bareley affected by Xanadu. Sure, occasionaly he got the odd changed person in there, and the prescesne of the Nationel Guard had made things a bit noisy, but on the whole the majority of his customers were his regulars and other people who lived in the area. The same could not be said for these people. Charlie remembered one particular night when four people whom lived in the area had all compared stories about who the change had affected the most. The winner had been a newspaper reporter who just happend to be in the area. He smiled as he polished mugs, remembering the rather entertaining night.
The four people had come in seperatly. It was a Friday night, and the bar was rather crowded. A country song was playing on the jukebox in the corner, the booths were filled with people in the midst of conversations, and the air was apropriatly smokey. Only one of the "them Xanadu freaks" was there, a bear morph who sat alone in a booth, slowly nursing a beer. Everyone was making a concious effort to avoid him. When the story telling started, three of the regulars were sitting at the bar, drinkin there beer and talking loudley. The first one to speek was an electrician who worked for the city. He signaled the others ot be quiet by slamming his glass down on the surface of the bar.
"You know what guys? This Xanadu shit has really fucked up my life. I've been working at that hell hole for a week and I've seen more strange things then I would ever want to see in my lifetime. And the worst part is, the Union says that it's all perfectly con-tract-ur-al." The other two shook there heads in saddness.
The constrution worker grunted."Assholes. That's why I'm nonuinon. They just want to screw you and then take there fucking dues."
His rather bushy beard flopped into his bear glass when he noded vigoursley. "Yeah. I mean, just the other day, they asked me to repair a busted light in one of the hotel rooms. Just gettin' there was hell! I had to avoid being shot by some crazy army fox, and the trooper escortn' me had to leave when there was a major fight in the cafeteria."
The police officer grunted and pulled off his hat. He scratched his head as he spoke. "Those transformees are getting into fights over all sorts of strange things. Just the other day I had two knights dueling over the hand of a medival ladie vixen. They're all fucking insane!" The last part was spoken rather loudly, and puntured with a slamming of his beer glasss. A little bit sopped out and trickled down the side. The bear-morph looked up at them, dismissed it as nothing and returned to his thoughts. Charlie grabbed the officers arm.
"Careful George. I don't want you breakin' none of my glasses."
George looked sheepish. "Sorry Charlie..."
The electrician spoke up. "Anyways, as I was saying, I had to go to this room. But when I got there, there was this weird sceintist guy, who had some sort of gadget plugged into the light socket. When I went to unscrew it, he done and hit me with some sort of stun beam. Then he said somtin' about his trap and usein' me for an experiment, but the stun thing wore off and I popped him in the face. Then I took off. And then I was told that becuz I didn' change the light, I had to go back. I just stood up to my boss and said "No Sir, I ain't goin' back there" and we got to arguin' and he was all "everyone else is busy, so do it or loose a weeks pay" and I still said no, so I didn't get no paycheck this Friday. Damn convention." He took a long gulp from his glass.
The constrution worker set his drink down and stuck his hands into his (emty) toolbelt. "Hah. That's nothin'. Why jus the other day I had to go and repair a broken windeh' in one of the rooms. Well, let me tell you..."
He stopped as the bar door opened. A young man in his late twenty's, and dressed completly in black walked into the bar and sat on the stool next to George. The newcomer signalled Chalrie. "Vodka tonic. I've had a bad day, so make it quick." The construction worker decided to ignor him and keep talking.
"Well, let me tell you, that room was wrecked. Evrything in it was covered in this white spider silk, so when I stepped in I done and get stuck. The boys carrying the window behind me dropped it left ot get help, but meanwhile I'm standin' in the middle of a spiders web with no idea of where the spider is. Of course the thing comes out from under the bed right after the other two leave. I'm tryin' to find some way to ward it off, which is why I wnt and grabbed my hammer, but luckily the boys got back with some guy who seemed to be able to speak to the spider and get it to back off. They were able to get me outta there, but the stuff was stuck on my boots and I had to throw away a perfectly good pair of boots. And I got chraged for the broken glass, cuz the boys were the foremn's nephews, and they weren't gonna pay. Damn convention!" He puntured the last epitaph by gesticulating with his beer, half which sloshed out onto the far.
Charlie grabbed a rag from his apron and started whiping it up. "Careful Bill, or I'll call in your tab."
The construction worker paled. "Sorry Charlie. Won't happen agian."
The electrician smiled and motioned to Charlie. "How bought since my frined just spilled his drink and I seem to have gone and finished mine, you get us another round." He pulled the cash out of his pocket. Charlie took it. "Sure Ben." He drew three drinks from the tap and gave them to the three men.
As Ben and Bill started in on ther drinks, George decided to take the oppurtunity to talk.
"That's nothin' compared to what I had to deal with the first day."