Safe and Sane

It had been a long night, full of demanding patrons and semi-competent colleagues. It wasn't physical tiredness that pulled at Mona, but her nerves that were in a rather sad state after a night spent trying to get their waitresses to at least pretend that they were pros and could serve ten cocktails in a row without spilling them somewhere.

"Djävlar," she hissed as she noticed that the barman tonight had failed to get the maintenance on the dishwasher going. She crouched down, skirt riding up her thighs, and opened it to pour some salt in before setting the drain cycle.

She stood back up to find Joakim watching her with an amused smile from the other side of the bar. "What?"

The club had been transformed. The main room was no longer recognizable as a lounge; it had been made over with mood lighting and subtle decorations. On one end there was a huge buffet, the bar was open and tended. There was even room for dancing on a small wooden floor that had been laid down on the opposite end of the room. Scattered about were bowls of candy of all kinds.

One of the smaller lounges hosted traditional party games -- bobbing for apples, donuts on a string, even a table set up for carving small gourds and pumpkins. A few of the private play rooms on the main level had also been opened, set up for groups or exhibitionism, but as in previous year that wasn't the focus of the night. And, in case anyone had forgotten a costume or hadn't been able to find one, the smallest public lounge was being used as sort of a large wardrobe.

A large poster in the hallway announced the categories for the costume contest: scariest, funniest, the most creative, best couple or group, and -- of course -- the sexiest.

Who: Russ and Joakim
When: 2 years ago
Where: Rumors
What: Backstory - Russ meets Joakim and tries new things. The event that pretty much changed his sexuality/identity. Not that he ever sent Joakim that thank you card.

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I have someone interested in a threeway scene. One of my regulars. We need to find a time to meet her together. Let me know.

M.

Another week, another Wednesday, another buy-one-get-one-free offer on all hot drinks from the cafe. Coming up to the full moon, the weather was uniformly dull, cloudy, and warm, long days with no rain, long nights too warm to really sleep, tempers were beginning to fray among the staff.

The evening was slowly starting, with the first patrons of the night coming in. Since it was quiet, Mona was letting their main bartender handle everything while she sat in a booth in the corner of the room and reviewed the list of supplies for their next order. She now and then sipped some of her tomato juice, but her attention was quite clearly on the order until someone joined her in the booth.

Anyone but Joakim would have asked first.

Someone in the cafe definitely had a resource of obscure holidays. This Wednesday fell on National Aviation Day, and one of the members of staff had obviously decided it was a good idea to mark it, but hadn't been quite sure how. Several model airplanes sat on top the counter and were suspended from the ceiling, swaying gently in the draft from the AC vents, with no explanation at all.