And all that Jazz

The Speakeasy

The lady got out of the car her red velvet dress brushing off the seat of the vehicle."Keep the change Val" she said as she was walking to the back door of the library. As she entered the man stepped away from the desk and looked down at the lady. " You here for a book" he grumbled down ay her.  she said calmly but still somehow nervous "Dagger" The man eased up and went to the bookshelves and pulled it aside. The sound of jazz rippled the air the sounds of the trumpets and drums and the glorious piano. As she walked in the man approached her and said "Don't tell no one all right lady" She nodded and walked in.

People were laughing, smiling, and drinking. She heads to the bar and says "A Martini Henry" He hands it to her and asked "Who is it tonight Joan" She looks over at the tables and sees him his fat body and little hair stuck out against the young couples enjoying the drinks and food. She points to him and says "That one henry" He glanced at him and said "Well the old Big G had it coming, I know he's a bad guy but what did he do this time" She sat there for a second thinking of all the things that he has done. She answered with "He's a rapist" Henry felt weak in the stomach the mere thought of the word rape is enough to make anyone sick. " Henry are you all right," Joan asked. He nodded his head lying. She took off her red hat her extremely long brownish-purple hair fell down tor her back. She pulled a gun from somewhere in the mess of her hair and held it with one of her hands and put on her hat again. Joan handed the gun to Henry and said "Here take this for self-protection" Henry put it in the bin with all the other weapons Joan gave him. Joan then walked out onto the floor and sat at a table and orders a soup with a cabbage salad. When her food arrives she noticed her plan worked. Big G couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked at him and back at the dancers. They looked way too young to be performing at the Nook. They probably were around 17 maybe 16 probably here just for the job possibilities. Then before she knew it Big G was walking to her table.

"Greetings lady," he said smugly sitting his paunchy ass down and the small chair that let out a creak that sounded like the chair was in pain. "Hello Garth" Joan grumbled "Oh come on pumpkin cakes why the anger?" Garth said so smugly it hurt Joan's soul, And his breath hurt her nose. "don't call me pumpkin cakes" Joan said back to him"Alright then peach face". "Nope". "Apple tart".  "Nada". "Blueberry pie," he said trying harder with this than anything else. "No just call me Joan". He looks at her  "Aint that a boy's name" Joan looked at garth and got angry but she kept her calm demeanor and said, "What makes a name a boy's name".  " Well if you had a daughter would you name it Richey " he was tinkering with the fork. "Reasonable point I suppose but still my name can be a name for a girl or a boy".  He nodded and looked over at the table he used to be at and saw the waiter and Yelled "Hey waiter, I moved over here" The man looked frightened but walked over. He left the plate, turned and  shimmied away. His meal was disgusting. It was a steak cooked rare and baked potatos with butter and salt on top. "Now I know why this man is fat "Joan thought to her self. 

A while goes by and they eat their meals in silence and watch the dancers and listen to the music, till the oddly calm moment is rudely wrecked by Garth saying "You got a date babycakes". and thats what broke her she was so tired of dealing with this one the slow way." She got up and spoke gradually and said "Yes actually I do have a date" she said "Really, who Peach face " licking his hand and smoothing his hair. "The bounty on your head".  Joan pulled out a Claw knife from her purse and struck his extremely broad forehead with it. He sat motionlessly. Then his body face-planted into the meal, the blood dyeing the potatoes a deep red and it moved across the plate and on to the table. The jazz stops. The dancers stop. The clatter of the tableware halted. Everyone is now staring at Joan. Then she said "Oh don't worry he just passed out from drinking, some men claim they have more heightened tolerance then they do " Everyone shrugged it off, Meanwhile Joan was sweating like a lobster in a pot she couldnt belive that everyone belived that. So Joan pulled his fat body over her sholder and looked at henry and he nodded.