Soundtrack: Fantasy

The jukebox was playing my tune when I walked into the bar, and that right there should have been enough to make me turn around and walk back out. But I like my tune. That's why it's my tune. It puts some extra swagger in my Levi's and some extra oomph in my smile. Least, that's what I judge from the way the barflies react when I walk in during my song. The rest of the time, I get about the same up-and-down as you'd see in a normal bar setting, followed by--well, followed by whatever their inclination is. Subtle smiles from the working girls who don't want to be too blatant, a little too much desperate hope in the eyes of the older women at the bar, and quick dismissal from the good-looking girls who really are just there for a drink and maybe a quick flirtation if the right handsome young guy walks in. I ain't him. But sometimes, when my tune's playing, I look like something a lot more interesting. Call it the blessing that my fairy godmother gave me in my cradle, or the curse that the wicked fairy laid on me. I have soundtracks. Not just for entering bars, either, though my job interview soundtrack hasn't helped me much except to distract whoever it is who can't figure out why the radio won't stop playing that long and somber song. That it's somber might tell you a little something about how my job history goes. I got a job doing long-haul work across the continental, and that's good enough for me. It does mean I walk into a lot of bars,though. Not much else to do when you're on the return with an empty load and no deadlines, or when you're waiting in a city for the load promised to show up in a week. You better not be wasting gas driving around, that's for sure! So usually it's visiting the bar that's near the hotel, or taking a bus into the downtown, if there is one. A bus or a downtown, that is.


Inspiration: Pit Stop (Take Me Home) - Lovage
Story potential: Medium
Notes: Eh.