Ancestors

Written by Philip Brewer on 2024-12-30 at 23:41

The bartender knew what I wanted, and brought a bourbon on the rocks without asking.

I'd gotten there at exactly the right time, and gotten one of the seats with perfect acoustics. The little jazz combo was tuning up. I'd have just a minute to appreciate my bourbon before the first number. I took a first sip and held it in my mouth for a moment before swallowing.

"Is this seat taken?"

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Written by Philip Brewer on 2024-12-30 at 23:49

I looked the length of the bar, which was more than half empty.

The speaker was a rather pretty girl in a very short skirt and a cropped top that showed off a flat belly.

"I'm just here for the music," I said.

"Oh, me too," the woman said. Then she looked down and seemed to notice how she was dressed. "Sorry," she said. "If I'd taken time to change, I'd have missed half the first set."

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Written by Philip Brewer on 2024-12-31 at 00:18

I shrugged, and nodded to the seat.

She sat, gestured to the bartender, and got a glass of amber liquid that looked a lot like mine.

The music started. She quietly said "Ah. #round about midnight."

I nodded. There were two seats with perfect acoustics.

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Descendants