Birds Of A Feather
“Evening, Ms. Byrd.” “Evening, Charlie.” “We’re closed, or as closed as we can get with Cupid over here. Can I getcha anything?” Katrina Byrd looked over at an incredibly forlorn customer, a woman in a bright red dress who’d looked to the door when Katrina came in, but disappointment dragged her gaze back into her arms. “A, um- Honestly, Charlie, I could go for anything. What’ve you got in extra?” “I think the diet soda undersold today.” “Perfect, it’s practically calling to me to drink a little less sugar.” Charlie snickered, “I think if you go on a health craze, Ms. Byrd, you’ll blow away in the wind.” She shrugs, “Maybe I will, but at least then I can finally say I’m above it all~” Charlie let out a horse, bellowing laugh, before promising to get the drink and disappearing in the back. The silence of the front end of the bar could not be overstated. The lights made their strange seating arrangement, a place apart, feel almost like a comedy stage compared to ...