Golden Whiskey, freshly squeezed lemon juice and a pinch of sugar. Mixing this was nothing new to the barmaid. It's an old classic, something refreshing and easy to down.
"One whiskey sour on the rocks just how you like it!~"
"Thanks Demi, you're a lifesaver as always," the man greeted with a smile. The barmaid noticed his wedding ring was absent from the hand that gripped the tumbler. She simply sighed and fixed herself a drink.
"Let's drink together tonight, dear!"
As the pair took a swig of their drinks, the live band onstage played some mellow jazz, smoother and more intoxicating than the booze itself. The smell of the oak floor calmed the soul and the lights cast a permanent evening glow upon the glossy wooden tables. A typical Wednesday night had claimed a seat at the Moonlit Moonshine.
"In truth, I miss the ol'days," Demi hiccuped, downing the last of her Clark whiskey in one gulp.
"Hah! Typical," The man snorts.
Indeed, "'typical" it was. Another classic Wednesday night, where the floorboards creaked every few minutes beneath the weight of the sea of onlookers. Eyes, peering at that brilliantly lit stage. Instead of watching the band play, the patrons' eyes were glued to the person who embodied the evening glow itself. Her name forever etched on the stage.
Margaretha Zelle
Even those unfamiliar with the nightlife knew of her name. Her name was plastered on the cover of The Oletus Press every time she appeared onstage.
"The newest beauty of the Double M, aka the Moonlit Moonshine, rags to riches, unknown talent from under the moon," one headline claimed.
The loud click and buzzing of the spotlights snapped Demi out of her daze, her eyes followed the lights to latch onto Margaretha once more, her body moving as if it was being carried by the jazzy tune. Demi weakly raised her head from the table she fell asleep at. Her eyes glued onto the girl's form, just like every other patron.
"You always did look so happy up there..." she muttered, another hiccup threatening to escape. "That's exactly where you belong."
Demi wished that she could watch the beautiful swan dance under the light, but the saxophone reached a sharp crescendo and the lights snapped off, signaling the end of the piece. The applause from the crowded bar was almost deafening to the ear, but needless to say, Margaretha stood tall.
"Thank you everyone!" With a brief curtsy, she smiled. It didn't take long for her stage to be swarmed with people.
"Margaretha! You are so beautiful tonight, how about you come back to my table? My treat!"
"Nonsense! Margaretha and I were already going to go on a midnight ride through the city."
"Hi Mrs Zelle, I am from IV-Five Press, is the rumor about your husband true?"
A classic Wednesday night. A night where the poor dancer became swarmed with questions and gifts.
"Looks like I'll have to make room in the storage for the fan mail again," the barmaid muttered to herself, reluctantly pulling herself from her seat.
"Honestly MiMi, you could just make that room into the fan room!" a man with a hardhat commented, taking a seat at the bar.
"I could stay back a bit late and help you move things if ya like Demi," said a man with a strange frill, taking a seat next to the first.
Looking up from the glass she was wiping, she saw the familiar faces of Norton Campbell and Mike Morton, two of the regulars.
"The show was a blast today! MarMar's shorts were absolutely on point!"
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Identity V One Shots {𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓞𝓟𝓔𝓝}
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