The stair’s going down were narrow and steep, she held on to the brass banister, like a child holding the hand of a parent in a crowd. Slowly moving one step at a time, squinting into light she wouldn’t even described as dim.
She thought to herself, ” They should hand out flashlights to people as they enter. I feel like a coal miner descending into the depths of the earth.”
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she breathed a deep sigh of relief. ” What’s with the lights in this place, did someone forget to pay the electric bill? ”, she heard someone behind her say.
She smiled to herself, as she made way to an empty table close to the front. laying her fake black leather coat over the back, she settled into the chair. A candle’s flame danced at the center of the table. She needed a drink.
“May I get you something from our bar tonight?”
There was no need for her to look up.
” I’ll have a rum and coke, heavy on the rum; with a side order of sardine’s still in the can.”