Donald, indistinctly looks over the empty bar, as he sits behind the counter. there is no chores to occupy him- - there is no glass at the sink to wash , no new costumer to attend to,and an old megazine that he read million times resting on the counter.
He pick it up, he opens it at random page,he shuffles through the pages, forward and backward until he this is not Satisfying, so he put it back at the counter, one might wonder how many times he did that trough out the day.
Donald spent most of his time behind the counter at a bar.
He seems unpleased how he had
To stay there behind a counter
All night at his age. Donald is not old but to old to stay up late night hours.
Even though there seems to be no one there to boss him around, although the customers are Slim numbered and calm, he doesnt lock up the place earlier than 12:00 PM.
the spear on the watch hits 12:00AM, its exactly a mid night.
the alarm in his head sets off.
From his view, its almost empty
all the usual customers are out.
its time to lock up. You can see how he got energetic as he got up from his seat and rushes to close the place.
This place is hopeless
No one is forcing him to stay there evernight,Hell! he owns the bar.just an old habits, keeping on schedule, being focused. And working at the bar helps him to
Keep tap on the days, because they are all wide open.
So as usual he takes the trash out.
he comes back in and, he had to wonder..
How Pretty hard it is to distinguish the smell of the fella who is passed out drunk on his vomit at his table, that he almost forgot,from the trash Container he just checked outside . ..., but he escorted the drunken fella out of the bar, at ease, and he let him sit outside, but only because the drunken fella mumbles
'im alright..im alrigh..''ill be here.. He gags and catch his breath, just to say that.
Donald doesnt oppose, 'yeah,get fresh air' he says, and
he leave him outside the bar, and takes off leaving him outside the bar.
Donald returns back to the bar and he locks it up behind him
its hard to get a visual on him from outside, No sign of life in the Bar, The panel that flickers
'Donalds bar' at the top of the building gets killed out. It is not pretty hard to sense how cold, quiet and dark this neighborhood is.
In this moonless night,as the air breathes freely past the bar and its empty parking spots. In its top floor, one of the rooms light up Eluminatimg this dim canvas.
its faint, but bright enough to be noticed from the outside.
An echo of a car roaring as it announces its pesence
, disturbs the peace and quiet in these blocks. Another cars joins it..touching this time the whole neighborhood.They all Simultaneously Arrive at donalds Bar and invade these parking lots like its okay to do that in this late hour.
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Lady Rainbow
Mystère / ThrillerDonald always close up his bar earlier than midnight to open up his late night Gambling spot, to have his poker buddies over. Thats when they celebrate their old glory days by turning cards, drinking ,smoking and sharing their bizarre stories. ___...
