Biker Bar

Neon vodka splashes into plastic cups. Booze-hounds doze over imaginary throbbing bikes, their noses tucked into studded chests. A thick thighed woman whoops and cusses for no apparent reason, adjusts her rocking bar-stool, squirms while cajoling with a low-cut. “Give her a long slow screw”, mumbles a gray bearded angel with a leery wink. Beside him, edged into oily leather, his wing man strategizes some hasty unzipping. Later, hid in the dirty light — he just might if she waits for him outside by a wall one leg lifted. ~~~~~~~ FYI “A long slow comfortable screw against a wall,” is a cocktail: ice 1 part vodka 1 part sloe gin 1 part Southern Comfort orange juice, as needed 1 part Galliano. ~~~~~~~~