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Dani took in the place as she followed Ezra and the hostess through the establishment to their table. A long wooden bar the color of honey ran along one wall. It was topped with brass rails, giving it an antique vibe. It was lined on the patron side with about a dozen stools with black padded leather seats. Behind it was a stained glass mirror surrounded by rows of various liquor.
The floor of the bar area was filled with tables circled with the same type of seats as the bar had. The walls were adorned with brass sconces. The bulbs they held were dimmed by frosted glass shades. Along the far wall were a few black leather booths. There were a couple of televisions in each corner of the room playing various sports. They were tucked back enough not to be an eyesore. Above then were two gigantic ceiling fans pushing the air around so the space was comfortable for those inside. A doorway led to another room painted a few shades lighter. By the layout of the space, it must have been strictly dining.
She nearly bumped into the table as they came to a stop. She looked up to find Ezra climbing onto a stool. The woman gestured for her to settle on the other. Without a word, Dami scurried onto it. Grace was not her friend as she nearly toppled off it. Then again, grace was rarely her friend.
“Veronica will be here in a moment to take your order,” the hostess informed them before she sashayed away.
Dani gave the place one last inspection before turning her attention back to Ezra. “This seems nice. Have you been here before?”
He glanced around and sighed. Whatever was on his mind, he didn’t seem too happy about it. “A few, yeah.”
A bubbly blonde wearing the same uniform as the hostess popped up out of nowhere like a tightly sprung jack in the box. “Hi. My name is Veronica. What can I get you to drink?”
“Water, please,” Dani answered. She could barely hear her own voice. However, Veronica must have because she was scribbling furiously.
“I’ll take a 20 ounce mug of the special beer on tap.” Ezra pointed to her then himself. “This is on one check. You can bring me the bill.”
I hate those high stools. There's no graceful way for a short person to sit on one. One of the bars we occasionally frequenthas those and I carry a stool to help me sit. Great scene. Very descriptive and easy to picture the place.
ReplyDeleteI hate high stools, too. Once I get up there, I have to jump down! Still, I love that he's making sure to be treating her. I hope she orders something besides water! Her awkwardness is papable. Your description of the bar was so fantastic, I swear I could hear the faint sounds coming from the TV and see people guzzeling beer as they watch. A very attractive bar. I'm ready to step inside. Great writing!
ReplyDeleteI refuse to sit on high stools. My feet dangle and go to sleep! LOL
ReplyDeleteI love how you described the bar. I have it pictured in my head pretty exact. Like I'm there.
You're so descriptive. I can picture it like I'm standing there with them. Interesting how she only ordered water. Waiting to see how things go here!
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