Salvatore {M.B}

2

Abby
I kept walking for what felt like an eternity. I had my bag over my shoulder, and the bottle of wine in my hand. "Alright girls you can come out now." I laughed as I staggered along the path, looking at people who gave me looks. "What?" I complained as I took another sip from the wine, I was drinking it like water.

I stopped past a bar, I figured getting a glass of wine wouldn't be too bad. You never know the girls might be in there with the tv cameras. I made my way inside and look around. "Oh no." I whispered as it was the same as it was outside. "This can't be happening." I had a tear fall down my cheek, as I stumbled my way towards the bar.

"No women are allowed at the bar." A gentleman spoke as he tried to push me back. I wasn't in the mood, believe me.

I pushed past him. "Yeah well this woman is going to stand at the bar and if you or another gentleman has a problem with it, you can simple deal with it." I spoke as I stole his drink and skulled it down. "Cause believe me mate, I've had a bizarre kind of day and you really don't want to mess with me." I warned him as I pointed my finger at him. The gentleman turned around and I cheered inside before turning to the guy behind the bar.

I couldn't see him clearly, honestly couldn't tell you where he was. "Hey buddy, this might sound extremely weird but what year is it?" I asked as I moved my head in small circles, forcing my hand to lean against my head.

The gentleman behind the bar ignored me at first. "Oi mate just tell me what the fucking year is." I demanded, grabbing him by his collar. "If I wanted a drink, I would have just climbed over. I'm Australian after all, alright so just tell me what the fucking year is!" I warned, I wasn't in a mood.

"Alright let go." I shoved him and soon the music that was being played stopped. "It's 1960." I leaned my head against the table.

I leaned up after a moment. "Another question is this a film set?" I asked, which I heard a scoff from the gentleman I previous yelled out. "Excuse me mate, but was I speaking to you?" I asked him turning the opposite direction, forgetting he's on my left.

"What planet did you come from?" He asked as I turned to face him the correct way. "Come in here sitting at a bar, sticking your nose in places you don't belong." He chuckled.

"Alright mate, you clearly have issues. So you clearly need an education, obviously manners weren't taught for you." I paused as I take his freshly made drink and skulling it again. "When you're not apart of a conversation you don't butt in." I told him, as I see him order another one. I turned back to the barman. "Now is this a film set?" Somehow I already knew the answer, but I needed to hear it, because my brain wasn't rationalising the idea.

"No, it's not!" He spoke, I tapped my hand on the bar and spun around.

"Of course it's not." I get off the chair and take my wine. "Right, well in that case." I take another sip and skulled the bottle of wine well, drank the last few sips.

I then walked out of the bar, far to pissed to stay any longer. I have no where to go, I don't know what to do and at this moment I was drunk and slightly scared. "Well Abby, looks like we've travelled through fucking time." I whispered as I stepped down the steps and looked around at the surroundings. "Yippee fucking Ki yay." I complained once more, where the fuck do I go from here?

I kept walking for another hour before I came passed a pub with an help wanted sign. "I guess?" I questioned as I stumbled carefully into the bar. "Yes I know women aren't allowed at the bar." I spoke as a gentleman came up to me.

I sat at the bar. "Don't give me that whole thing, just tell me if I can help?" I asked as I groaned. "Your sign out the front says help wanted." I pointed to the door, as I leaned my head against my hands. "I'm a singer, I'm pretty good at it actually." I admit, as I opened my eyes. "Do you need a singer?" I asked again, as my vision was less blurry.

"Yeah I can use a singer, if you're good." I looked at him. "There's a microphone there, knock yourself out." I turned around and saw an very empty bar, there were only one or two people sitting by tables.

I got up. "If I'm good?" He nods, I turn to walk towards the microphone. As I walked towards the microphone, I tried to remember the car drives with my nana, I don't know many songs from this time. I reached the microphone, as I stood in front of everyone, when I say everyone I mean like five people, I instantly sobered up. "What song?" I whispered as I held the microphone stand.

"Whenever you're ready baby cakes!" One of the five people whistled. 'Oh great' I thought, as I smirked knowing what one I'd sing.

"This is an original hope you enjoy." I spoke into the microphone, forever grateful that it was turned on because I have no clue on how to use this thing.

"Hold up no you didn't bow bow, I ain't the chick you walk behind 'round town." I started, instead of it being it's usual bopping beat, I slowed it down to fit the feel of the depressed bar that I stood in. "Just 'cause you're packing, packing whoop down south, that don't ever mean I'm gonna take it laying down." I looked at the gentleman I was singing in front of, noticing how they weren't paying attention. However, but the barman was and that's all I needed to impress. "Baby, oh, I'm a machine when I do it, I'll be catching fire, gasoline when I do it." I continued, the barman placed his cloth on the bar and served the gentleman who came in. "You're the man, but I got the power, I got the, I got the power. You make rain but I make it shower, you should know I'm the one who's in control." The barman finished serving his customer a drink when more people kept coming in, I want to believe it's because of me, but I highly doubt it.

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"Motorbike, motorbike, motorbike, motorbike, bike, bike, bike, bike, whoop." I finished and even though I chose my song to be power, I did get a crowd and that would help my chances with getting a job.

I bowed before stepping down and walking back towards the bar. "So do I have it?" I asked desperately needing it.

He nods. "I'd like you to stay on, if you need a place there is a room upstairs." He hands me a key and I reach out to take it, however as I do he pulls back. "But don't sing that feminist crap in here again or you won't have a job." I nodded, I mean I needed this job, but that doesn't mean I can't change the lyrics around a bit.