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The Voodoo Lounge
HalloweenJack
5/20/2016   
 
Member The Party's Over

He stood under the flickering yellow street like, his coat collar pulled up against the cold winter air, looking at the building across the street. The street was deserted. The building opposite was the derelict, windows broken and the walls adorned with graffiti. The man crossed the road and reaching the door he found it padlocked. He grabbed the lock with his gloved hand and gave it a firm yank, but it remained shut. He lifted his foot and slammed it into the door. The padlock came off it's hinges and the door sprang open. He entered, closing the door behind him. He was standing in a little reception area, it was completely pitch black. As if by instinct he opened a door on the left. Entering a little office, he felt along the wall and found a box. He opened and it and flipped a switch. Here and there a light flickered on in the building. He left the office, went through a double door and found himself in the Voodoo Lounge bar. Or rather, it used to be the Voodoo lounge. It was now a shadow of its former self. along the whole left side was the long wooden mahogany bar, standing out as a thing of beauty in the chaos of the rest of the room. The lines of spirits had long gone, only the occasional empty bottle remained. A stack of glasses were piled at one end of the counter, now covered in dirt and dust. His foot crunched on something, broken glass. With his boot, he swept the fragments to one side. On the left stood a row a line of sofas and armchairs, the brown leather worn and ripped. On one of the chairs the stuffing spilled out looking like some animal disemboweled. On the right there were a number of tables and chairs. On each table there was a little tiffany lamp, echoing a bygone era. The chairs were in disarray, some lying on their side on the floor.

Towards the far side there was a little dancefloor and hanging overhead a mirror ball. The man stood there taking it all in. He closed his eyes for a moment. The jukebox in the corner sprang to life. "Now the party's over.." sang Bryan Ferry, the words strangely appropriate. He opened his eyes. In the corner sat Harry Sanders, the last of the great crooners, he used to call himself. He was the celebrity attraction when the Voodoo Lounge opened. Arising star, he would go onto larger and larger venues as his popularity increased. In fact her even landed a contract to appear in Las Vegas. But then the story broke about him and an underage girl. He was never charged, but his contract was cancelled. He career never recovered and the work dried up. He returned to the Voodoo Lounge, no longer a rising star but an ordinary customer. He would sit in the corner drinking and would tell anyone that would listen how he could have been a big star in Vegas. In the end no one would listen, no one cared. He was found one day in his small apartment dead on his bed, still clutching an empty whisky bottle.

Over at the bar sits Jane, another regular to be found here most nights. She sits sipping her drink slowly, trying to make it last. Her husband left her some years ago for a younger woman. So she was determined to show him that she too could meet someone. Someone young and dashing who would sweep her off her feet. She came to start building her social life, to meet new people. But it didn't work out as she imagined. Oh, she had plenty of men who came to chat, but they all wanted one thing, and just one thing, a quick one night stand. At first she loved the attention, but soon it all began to feel hollow. So she just stayed at the bar, drinking, although she still took the occasional man home, just for the company. She too died alone - they found her in her armchair watching TV.

Over on one of the sofas was Frankie. He was a retired supermarket manager. He always looked dapper, dressed in his smart suit, he shoes always shiny, a tie, held in place with a tiepin, a matching handkerchief in his jacket pocket, and a gold wristwatch. His hair was getting thinner greyer, but the black dye help cover up both. He was the local aging lothario, chatting up any woman he thought he had the remotest chance with. He would ply them with Champagne and tell them tall tales of his life, heavily embellished, some downright lies. No one knew how successful he was, but every laughed at how appropriate it was that he died of a heart attack during sex.

In one of the booths is Cindy, chatting with a young man. Cindy shouldn't be here - she is only sixteen. But this is Cindy's escape from her home life. Her father had left home a long time ago. Her mother took a succession of lovers, each one progressively worse that the one before. Things weren't working out for her and she wasn't getting any younger. She was jealous of her daughters youth and took it out on her verbally, emotionally and sometimes even physically. So Cindy escaped to the Voodoo lounge when things got tough. The manager knew she was underage but he turned a blind eye, he knew her story, he felt sorry for her. He allowed her to stay provided she didn't drink. Unfortunately one night a guy she was chatting to slipped some vodka into her orange juice, and then another, and then another. feeling a little ill she wondered to the door, and out onto the street... she didn't see the truck and it is unlikely that the driver saw her as she was wearing black jeans and a black coat. Her body ended up in the gutter and she died there before anyone found her, three hours later.

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5/20/2016
 
HalloweenJack
Member
The Party's Over

He stood under the flickering yellow street like, his coat collar pulled up against the cold winter air, looking at the building across the street. The street was deserted. The building opposite was the derelict, windows broken and the walls adorned with graffiti. The man crossed the road and reaching the door he found it padlocked. He grabbed the lock with his gloved hand and gave it a firm yank, but it remained shut. He lifted his foot and slammed it into the door. The padlock came off it's hinges and the door sprang open. He entered, closing the door behind him. He was standing in a little reception area, it was completely pitch black. As if by instinct he opened a door on the left. Entering a little office, he felt along the wall and found a box. He opened and it and flipped a switch. Here and there a light flickered on in the building. He left the office, went through a double door and found himself in the Voodoo Lounge bar. Or rather, it used to be the Voodoo lounge. It was now a shadow of its former self. along the whole left side was the long wooden mahogany bar, standing out as a thing of beauty in the chaos of the rest of the room. The lines of spirits had long gone, only the occasional empty bottle remained. A stack of glasses were piled at one end of the counter, now covered in dirt and dust. His foot crunched on something, broken glass. With his boot, he swept the fragments to one side. On the left stood a row a line of sofas and armchairs, the brown leather worn and ripped. On one of the chairs the stuffing spilled out looking like some animal disemboweled. On the right there were a number of tables and chairs. On each table there was a little tiffany lamp, echoing a bygone era. The chairs were in disarray, some lying on their side on the floor.

Towards the far side there was a little dancefloor and hanging overhead a mirror ball. The man stood there taking it all in. He closed his eyes for a moment. The jukebox in the corner sprang to life. "Now the party's over.." sang Bryan Ferry, the words strangely appropriate. He opened his eyes. In the corner sat Harry Sanders, the last of the great crooners, he used to call himself. He was the celebrity attraction when the Voodoo Lounge opened. Arising star, he would go onto larger and larger venues as his popularity increased. In fact her even landed a contract to appear in Las Vegas. But then the story broke about him and an underage girl. He was never charged, but his contract was cancelled. He career never recovered and the work dried up. He returned to the Voodoo Lounge, no longer a rising star but an ordinary customer. He would sit in the corner drinking and would tell anyone that would listen how he could have been a big star in Vegas. In the end no one would listen, no one cared. He was found one day in his small apartment dead on his bed, still clutching an empty whisky bottle.

Over at the bar sits Jane, another regular to be found here most nights. She sits sipping her drink slowly, trying to make it last. Her husband left her some years ago for a younger woman. So she was determined to show him that she too could meet someone. Someone young and dashing who would sweep her off her feet. She came to start building her social life, to meet new people. But it didn't work out as she imagined. Oh, she had plenty of men who came to chat, but they all wanted one thing, and just one thing, a quick one night stand. At first she loved the attention, but soon it all began to feel hollow. So she just stayed at the bar, drinking, although she still took the occasional man home, just for the company. She too died alone - they found her in her armchair watching TV.

Over on one of the sofas was Frankie. He was a retired supermarket manager. He always looked dapper, dressed in his smart suit, he shoes always shiny, a tie, held in place with a tiepin, a matching handkerchief in his jacket pocket, and a gold wristwatch. His hair was getting thinner greyer, but the black dye help cover up both. He was the local aging lothario, chatting up any woman he thought he had the remotest chance with. He would ply them with Champagne and tell them tall tales of his life, heavily embellished, some downright lies. No one knew how successful he was, but every laughed at how appropriate it was that he died of a heart attack during sex.

In one of the booths is Cindy, chatting with a young man. Cindy shouldn't be here - she is only sixteen. But this is Cindy's escape from her home life. Her father had left home a long time ago. Her mother took a succession of lovers, each one progressively worse that the one before. Things weren't working out for her and she wasn't getting any younger. She was jealous of her daughters youth and took it out on her verbally, emotionally and sometimes even physically. So Cindy escaped to the Voodoo lounge when things got tough. The manager knew she was underage but he turned a blind eye, he knew her story, he felt sorry for her. He allowed her to stay provided she didn't drink. Unfortunately one night a guy she was chatting to slipped some vodka into her orange juice, and then another, and then another. feeling a little ill she wondered to the door, and out onto the street... she didn't see the truck and it is unlikely that the driver saw her as she was wearing black jeans and a black coat. Her body ended up in the gutter and she died there before anyone found her, three hours later.

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Post #1031259
HalloweenJack
5/20/2016   
 
Member Not all the regulars ended their lives tragically.

Take Nick Harrison, he was a character. Anything you wanted, Nick could get it for you. He started off selling single bottles of whiskey for knock down prices. Nick would use the Voodoo Lounge as his base. There were always plenty of potential customers, and many bottles exchanged hands in one of the booths to the side. Nick moved up to selling boxes of whiskey and then electrical goods. He could always get whatever you wanted and at a price you couldn't find anywhere. Many believed that the items were stolen, but they didn't care. Nick always insisted they weren't. he just knew people. It wasn't long before he started selling cars. Not from a showroom, but from the bar. You'd tell him what you wanted and within a week or two he'd have it. The surprising thing was, all the paperwork was in order. Nick just knew the right people. Eventually he went as far as he could based here and moved to the city. He is now making a fortune selling multi-million dollar penthouses.

For may years Annie worked here as a waitress. She was very popular. The men loved to chat with her and flirt, and she knew how to dress and how to walk and how to server to maximise her tips. Many thought she'd be serving until she got to old or until she met someone who would take her away from this. No one knew that during her time off Annie was studying at business school. No one knew that she was carefully saving every penny she could earn, and no one expected her to come in one day and just quit her job. The next day a new bar opened up on the other side of town, and the owner was Annie. It was small, but Annie knew exactly have to pull in the crowds and make them spend money. Her bar was no Voodoo Lounge. Within two years, she opened up another, bigger bar, the then a year later yet another. Annie had made it. She had good people to run the bars, and could take time out t get married, to her accountant, and to raise two lovely girls.

Fate was not so kind to another working girl. Tara was a prostitute that used to use the bar as her base. The manager at that time turned a blind eyes. As long as she wasn't too obvious about it, he didn't mind - after all, he didn't want the place to get a bad name! Whether or not he got payment in some form to let her work there no one knows. Tara was a hard worker, a charmer, everyone knew her name. Unfortunately, one night, she had had one too many - she didn't usually drink, wanting to keep her wits about her. Well this night she'd let her guard down. Got into the wrong car with the wrong many. He drove her to a remote location. Thee four men raped her before slitting her throat and dumping her body in the bushes. But here she is tonight at the bar talking to a well dressed businessman.

Leaning against the bar and surveying the room, is Simon. Simon was someone hated and at the same time admired by all the men; and the cause of this was his success with women. He boasted that he bedded 200 women a year. Although know one knew if this was true, his ability to charm any women was without doubt. Of course he had plenty of opportunity. He didn't work. He father had left him a little engineering company that more or less ran itself, leaving Simon all the time in the world to give any woman all the attention she needed. He spent his money on fancy cars, gyms, sharp clothes and a bachelor penthouse apartment. Women melted when he come into the room hypnotized by his dazzling smile, his confident walk and his perfectly toned body. He was the undisputed king of the Voodoo Lounge, until he fell ill. He got progressively more ill and more ill. The doctors were puzzled, as this was something new to them. Within a year he was dead - an early victim of Aids.
But tonight he's back, a little quieter, but once more part of the crowd.
Post #1031282 Back to top ▲
5/20/2016
 
HalloweenJack
Member
Not all the regulars ended their lives tragically.

Take Nick Harrison, he was a character. Anything you wanted, Nick could get it for you. He started off selling single bottles of whiskey for knock down prices. Nick would use the Voodoo Lounge as his base. There were always plenty of potential customers, and many bottles exchanged hands in one of the booths to the side. Nick moved up to selling boxes of whiskey and then electrical goods. He could always get whatever you wanted and at a price you couldn't find anywhere. Many believed that the items were stolen, but they didn't care. Nick always insisted they weren't. he just knew people. It wasn't long before he started selling cars. Not from a showroom, but from the bar. You'd tell him what you wanted and within a week or two he'd have it. The surprising thing was, all the paperwork was in order. Nick just knew the right people. Eventually he went as far as he could based here and moved to the city. He is now making a fortune selling multi-million dollar penthouses.

For may years Annie worked here as a waitress. She was very popular. The men loved to chat with her and flirt, and she knew how to dress and how to walk and how to server to maximise her tips. Many thought she'd be serving until she got to old or until she met someone who would take her away from this. No one knew that during her time off Annie was studying at business school. No one knew that she was carefully saving every penny she could earn, and no one expected her to come in one day and just quit her job. The next day a new bar opened up on the other side of town, and the owner was Annie. It was small, but Annie knew exactly have to pull in the crowds and make them spend money. Her bar was no Voodoo Lounge. Within two years, she opened up another, bigger bar, the then a year later yet another. Annie had made it. She had good people to run the bars, and could take time out t get married, to her accountant, and to raise two lovely girls.

Fate was not so kind to another working girl. Tara was a prostitute that used to use the bar as her base. The manager at that time turned a blind eyes. As long as she wasn't too obvious about it, he didn't mind - after all, he didn't want the place to get a bad name! Whether or not he got payment in some form to let her work there no one knows. Tara was a hard worker, a charmer, everyone knew her name. Unfortunately, one night, she had had one too many - she didn't usually drink, wanting to keep her wits about her. Well this night she'd let her guard down. Got into the wrong car with the wrong many. He drove her to a remote location. Thee four men raped her before slitting her throat and dumping her body in the bushes. But here she is tonight at the bar talking to a well dressed businessman.

Leaning against the bar and surveying the room, is Simon. Simon was someone hated and at the same time admired by all the men; and the cause of this was his success with women. He boasted that he bedded 200 women a year. Although know one knew if this was true, his ability to charm any women was without doubt. Of course he had plenty of opportunity. He didn't work. He father had left him a little engineering company that more or less ran itself, leaving Simon all the time in the world to give any woman all the attention she needed. He spent his money on fancy cars, gyms, sharp clothes and a bachelor penthouse apartment. Women melted when he come into the room hypnotized by his dazzling smile, his confident walk and his perfectly toned body. He was the undisputed king of the Voodoo Lounge, until he fell ill. He got progressively more ill and more ill. The doctors were puzzled, as this was something new to them. Within a year he was dead - an early victim of Aids.
But tonight he's back, a little quieter, but once more part of the crowd.
Post #1031282
HalloweenJack
5/20/2016   
 
Member Suddenly there was a sound and the regulars disappeared. A man shuffled into the room. "Hello, you must be Jack..sorry I didn't get your last name when you made the appointment."
Jack turned towards him but didn't answer.
"I see the door lock is broken. Damn kids. At least you're in and had a chance to look around. Is there anything I can show you?"
Jack shook his head "No thank you, I have seen far more than you could ever show me."
"Good... good" the man was a little uncertain what that meant. "Well as you can see it's in a bit of a state, but a good size and a refurbishment will have the crowds flocking in again."
Jack frowned "Have you not noticed where we are?"
The man responded enthusiastically "Oh, this is an up and coming area. You'll be getting in on the ground floor."
Jack looked unimpressed. "You need to sell this, and you need to sell it quickly. I don't need that sales pitch."
The man seemed irritated that he was cut short "Well, there are plenty of buyers after this, you know. It wont be long before it's snapped up."
Jack laughed "No there isn't - I know." There was emphisis on the last word and Jack looked him in the eyes and held his stare. The man shifted uncomfortably.
"It's true we have to move quickly - the previous manager and owner died mysteriously and we have to sort out the estate to pay the creditors."
"Died mysteriously?" Jack asked with a smirk.
"Yes" said the man, who suddenly forgot he was suppose to try and sell the property. He leant into towards Jack and whispered.
"Apparently, the manager wanted to secure a deal with a new business partner. However the partner was obsessed over a particular waitress. He said he would only sign the deal if he could sleep with her. So the manager, told the girl that if she slept with the partner he would pay her a thousand dollars. The manager obviously thought it was a good investment and at such a figure she was unlikely to turn down the offer, but she did. The manager flew into a rage and attacked her. He broke her jaw and two of her ribs, puncturing a lung. She ended up in hospital. The next morning the manager was found on the floor - an axe sticking out of his back."
Jack just nodded.
"Now here is the mysterious bit." The whole thing was caught on CCTV, but there was no sign of the murder. One moment the manager was standing in the middle of the room. The next he falls to the ground with the axe in his back. Like he was murdered by a ghost or something." he stood back, expecting to see a look of shock on Jacks face, but Jack just smiled and said ".. or something."

The man, feeling a little disappointed that he had started to engage in such discussions, cleared his throat.
"Urr, and so Mr.....Jack? Will you take it?"
Jack looked up, thought for a moment. "You will have an offer tomorrow morning. It will be your only one. I suggest you take it."
The man did not like Jacks attitude. "If it meets our expectations, of course..."
Jack leant in, looked at him eye to eye and repeated "I suggest you take it."
Jack then turned and walked out briskly.
The man starred after him "Weirdo" he muttered under his breath.

A few weeks later jack stood in the centre of the dance floor. All was quiet, the mirror ball was spinning slowly, throwing it starts around the room. Jack raised his arms and looked up, Slowly he clicked his fingers - once, twice, three times. The jukebox sprang into life. Again Bryan Ferry's voice filled the room "Now the party's over..".
The chairs, sofas and barstools were once again filled with people, chatting, laughing or just sitting, gazing into their glasses. Jack raised his voice "It's time to go. Go home! Things will be changing around here."
Everyone stopped talking, looked at him, then slowly got up and started to make their way to the door. Just before he go there Eddie stopped and turned to Jack. Everyone else stopped too. "But where would we go?" They all nodded and repeated "Where would we go?"
Then they started to mutter "We don't want to go", "We like it here", "This is our home now", and
"Please don't make me go back there, please" pleaded Cindy.
Jack looked that these poor souls and smiled softly.
"Things will be changing around here. We will need to smarten up this place. There will be new people coming."
The crowd began to murmur.
"New people?" someone asked.
"Yes" said Jack. "A new beginning."
"Please let us stay."
"We'll be quiet."
"We'll stay in the shadows."
"We wont touch a soul."
They giggled and laughed.
"OK, you can stay, but be good."
One of them replied "Come now, Jack, you are asking to much." They all laughed.
"All right, lets drink to the new Voodoo Lounge" Jack shouted across to the barman. "Champagne for everyone....except you, Cindy!"
"What? I have been here 25 years and I still can't get a drink?" she replied. Everyone laughed.
Jack raised an eyebrow "Spirits not enough for you?"
Jack shook his head and made his way to the door as everyone took their places once more.
"I can see this lot are going to be trouble." he said to himself.
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5/20/2016
 
HalloweenJack
Member
Suddenly there was a sound and the regulars disappeared. A man shuffled into the room. "Hello, you must be Jack..sorry I didn't get your last name when you made the appointment."
Jack turned towards him but didn't answer.
"I see the door lock is broken. Damn kids. At least you're in and had a chance to look around. Is there anything I can show you?"
Jack shook his head "No thank you, I have seen far more than you could ever show me."
"Good... good" the man was a little uncertain what that meant. "Well as you can see it's in a bit of a state, but a good size and a refurbishment will have the crowds flocking in again."
Jack frowned "Have you not noticed where we are?"
The man responded enthusiastically "Oh, this is an up and coming area. You'll be getting in on the ground floor."
Jack looked unimpressed. "You need to sell this, and you need to sell it quickly. I don't need that sales pitch."
The man seemed irritated that he was cut short "Well, there are plenty of buyers after this, you know. It wont be long before it's snapped up."
Jack laughed "No there isn't - I know." There was emphisis on the last word and Jack looked him in the eyes and held his stare. The man shifted uncomfortably.
"It's true we have to move quickly - the previous manager and owner died mysteriously and we have to sort out the estate to pay the creditors."
"Died mysteriously?" Jack asked with a smirk.
"Yes" said the man, who suddenly forgot he was suppose to try and sell the property. He leant into towards Jack and whispered.
"Apparently, the manager wanted to secure a deal with a new business partner. However the partner was obsessed over a particular waitress. He said he would only sign the deal if he could sleep with her. So the manager, told the girl that if she slept with the partner he would pay her a thousand dollars. The manager obviously thought it was a good investment and at such a figure she was unlikely to turn down the offer, but she did. The manager flew into a rage and attacked her. He broke her jaw and two of her ribs, puncturing a lung. She ended up in hospital. The next morning the manager was found on the floor - an axe sticking out of his back."
Jack just nodded.
"Now here is the mysterious bit." The whole thing was caught on CCTV, but there was no sign of the murder. One moment the manager was standing in the middle of the room. The next he falls to the ground with the axe in his back. Like he was murdered by a ghost or something." he stood back, expecting to see a look of shock on Jacks face, but Jack just smiled and said ".. or something."

The man, feeling a little disappointed that he had started to engage in such discussions, cleared his throat.
"Urr, and so Mr.....Jack? Will you take it?"
Jack looked up, thought for a moment. "You will have an offer tomorrow morning. It will be your only one. I suggest you take it."
The man did not like Jacks attitude. "If it meets our expectations, of course..."
Jack leant in, looked at him eye to eye and repeated "I suggest you take it."
Jack then turned and walked out briskly.
The man starred after him "Weirdo" he muttered under his breath.

A few weeks later jack stood in the centre of the dance floor. All was quiet, the mirror ball was spinning slowly, throwing it starts around the room. Jack raised his arms and looked up, Slowly he clicked his fingers - once, twice, three times. The jukebox sprang into life. Again Bryan Ferry's voice filled the room "Now the party's over..".
The chairs, sofas and barstools were once again filled with people, chatting, laughing or just sitting, gazing into their glasses. Jack raised his voice "It's time to go. Go home! Things will be changing around here."
Everyone stopped talking, looked at him, then slowly got up and started to make their way to the door. Just before he go there Eddie stopped and turned to Jack. Everyone else stopped too. "But where would we go?" They all nodded and repeated "Where would we go?"
Then they started to mutter "We don't want to go", "We like it here", "This is our home now", and
"Please don't make me go back there, please" pleaded Cindy.
Jack looked that these poor souls and smiled softly.
"Things will be changing around here. We will need to smarten up this place. There will be new people coming."
The crowd began to murmur.
"New people?" someone asked.
"Yes" said Jack. "A new beginning."
"Please let us stay."
"We'll be quiet."
"We'll stay in the shadows."
"We wont touch a soul."
They giggled and laughed.
"OK, you can stay, but be good."
One of them replied "Come now, Jack, you are asking to much." They all laughed.
"All right, lets drink to the new Voodoo Lounge" Jack shouted across to the barman. "Champagne for everyone....except you, Cindy!"
"What? I have been here 25 years and I still can't get a drink?" she replied. Everyone laughed.
Jack raised an eyebrow "Spirits not enough for you?"
Jack shook his head and made his way to the door as everyone took their places once more.
"I can see this lot are going to be trouble." he said to himself.
Post #1031285
scarlet*snow
5/21/2016   
 
Member Ah Jack I see. Not a story indeed.Just a locked door *ss*
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5/21/2016
 
scarlet*snow
Member
Ah Jack I see. Not a story indeed.Just a locked door *ss*
Post #1031291
HalloweenJack
5/21/2016   
 
Member Refurbishment in progress.
The Voodoo Lounge will open soon.
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5/21/2016
 
HalloweenJack
Member
Refurbishment in progress.
The Voodoo Lounge will open soon.
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