Audrey Hepburn's Pearls: Part I

Chapter 64.4: 1968, Georgina

Chapter 64.4: 1968, Georgina

The vodka bottle I was holding nearly slipped out of my hand again as Cha Cha gasped in his glee for about the fifth time. But this time I turned.

"What in the world are you doing to that child?" I asked in a fake scold. Sasha looked up from his cards -all of them red- and gave me a grin. His lips were painted red, too. 

"He turn card red!" Cha Cha chirped in delight, "they black! He magic!" 

"They're underneath," I smiled, pouring the vodka into several shot glasses and setting these on Cha Cha's tray which was piled with drink orders. 

"That's 'cards' with an 'S'," Sasha beamed, looking Cha Cha straight in the eyes. "When there's more than one object, we put an 'S' at the end. Its like how you do it in Spanish."

"Oh!" Cha Cha gasped again. 

"You know Spanish, Sasha?" I was surprised. I placed the last two shots on the tray and gave Cha Cha his drink order list back. He beamed at us and left still smiling with his tray.

"Some. I like languages." 

"He was speaking French with me earlier. I could not believe my ears. He still has that Russian accent, no matter what language, though," Genesis said, appearing at Sasha's shoulder with a drink order list in his hand. 

"Your French is terrible," Sasha smiled at him like an old friend.

"That's because its Cajun French, you jerk. We're not all from Paris. Watch your mouth. Aren't you supposed to be working?" Genesis laughed. 

"I am working. I'm entertaining everybody with my magical powers." Sasha started to fancily shuffle his deck of cards by holding them up and flicking them into either hand over and over. A couple heads at the bar lifted up to watch lazily.

I took the drink list and looked it over. There were some difficult drinks here. "Actually, I could use some help behind the bar if you don't mind," I said, setting out to make a Jack and Ginger. 

"Alright, sure."

"Since you're getting a ginger ale for that drink, can you get me one? I'm thirsty," Genesis sighed, fanning himself with his hand and leaning against the bar. The customer next to him eyed him then went back to his drink. I could tell why Genesis was so thirsty. He was wearing about twenty pounds of costume at least, his skirt out to here with layer upon layer of tulle ruffles like wavelets to the floor. I thought he looked like a Southern debutante or something. 

"Sure thing," I said, exiting the bar to go to the kitchen. Unlike our colas, we didn't store ginger ales up front in the icebox. Instead, we had a fridge in the kitchen for rarer ordered sodas. There just wasn't enough room. As I made my way down the hall, the sounds of the band wafted quieter and quieter. 

As I leaned over into the fridge, a strange sound caught my ear. Something off with the band. I slowly stood up straight and looked towards the doorway into the hall, trying to figure out what I was hearing. It was a smooth, pleasant sound. Familiar, but I could not... I drifted to the doorway and when I got there the sound hit me full force.

"I've got crazy eyes for you, oh you know you know I do, because you know I love you oh so true, I've got those crazy eyes for you~"

My eyes went wide as the serving trays up front. Forgetting everything, I wandered up the hallway and just at the edge I was able to see what was happening. No way.

My heart melted out of my chest as I beheld the most wonderful sight. Frankie was on stage at the microphone with the band behind him with his hand to his own heart, singing "Crazy Eyes For You" by Bobby Hamilton like he were Bobby Hamilton himself. His own eyes wandered around and found me, planted on me and he smiled wide.