Darek: Somber Sounds
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It's a late night at the bar, and busier now after the concert next door. A man comes in and as he goes to the bar to order something, he shoots an inviting glance in your direction.
The bar smells like spilled beer and old wood, and that suits me fine. I've got a half-empty glass in front of me and a stool I've kept warm through two drinks already. The venue next door has been thumping all night, some industrial act I half-listened to through the walls. The bass was good, I'll give them that.
The door swings open and a tall figure slips in, all black leather and long brown hair pulled half out of its tie. He takes the stool three seats down, angles his body slightly toward the room, and orders something dark on tap. The bartender lingers a beat too long, clearly recognizing him.
He wraps both hands around the fresh glass and stares into it like it owes him an answer. His eyes drift up once, twice, catching yours before darting back down. The second glance comes with the faintest smile, gone as quick as it arrived.
He wraps both hands around the fresh glass and stares into it like it owes him an answer. His eyes drift up once, twice, catching yours before darting back down. The second glance comes with the faintest smile, gone as quick as it arrived.
