Susanne Langlois's continuing Novella Blog:
"Dial 'L' for Lounge".
Chapter 10 --Miles at the Modern--
It was the first time all day that I was knocked off center. I checked my mobile .... No service.
The trip down from the street -- about a million stairs in the dark to the Modern Lounge had been odd, but exhilarating ... Ric's confidence infectious. Everything about the Lounge was happening, the drinks, the crowd ( who were actually there for the music ) and gorgeous Ginger ... I was already trying her on for size in my head. The orange eyed, gin swilling pooch made it all come off the rails.
Trouserin and the talking dog were on the stage again. As Serge delivered his slick poetized patter the brindle pup's orange eyed gaze burned a hole in my forehead. I studied his fuzzy muzzle for a tell ... not a whisker moved.
Harleigh returned from a brief assignation in the coatroom with a smudge of tangerine lipstick on his chin.
" I think I'm in love. " he said, sliding into the chair next to mine. He was flushed, sweaty and his shirt wrinkled. " Sharon is smokin' hot, and she's nuts about me. ... Trig, this kinda thing doesn't happen to me." I smiled and nodded, there was no need to kill his buzz just yet ... I had suspicions but I wanted a second opinion.
Flawlessly, the brindle pup threw his voice, animating his mustachioed, fez wearing puppet.
" Lords and Ladies ... cats and kittens " chanted Trouserin, " We have royalty in the house tonight and he's graciously agreed to favour us with a tune or two. " The dog smiled at me showing all his teeth and winked. Although Trouserin's lips were moving I knew that it was Choire who spoke. " Lords and Ladies ... The Modern Lounge is pleased as punch to present ... I give you the one the only ... Mr. Miles Davis ".
" Damn! " I said grabbing for Harleigh's arm. " Dude! ... Miles is dead. " Harleigh was already up and out of his chair headed back to the coatroom for a few more stolen moments with his new paramour. He called to me over his shoulder, " Dude! ... So are we. "