On the pub’s corner stage, ten people sat in a circle, playing music and singing. The musicians too were local and foreign, though Indian and Celtic sounds and rhythms dominated. People clapped hands, tapped feet, and whooped as a fiddle and a sarinda dueled, their respective players bowing furiously. Other people called out tunes, and the musicians acknowledged each request with a nod.
Jay trudged to the bar, finally resting his elbows on the polished mahogany. The only person behind the bar was Jade, and she moved so quickly that Jay could hardly keep his eyes on her. He watched her as best he could, fascinated with how regally and gracefully she moved. No glass slipped from her hands. No miscounted change dropped to the bar. No patron even had to repeat a drink order. And Jade never stopped moving. Her every motion was efficient to the point of ruthless yet elegant as a bird in flight.
Now and again, she seemed to blur like a skip, a bad spot in her motion that Jay couldn’t follow. Jay chalked it up to needing a beer. She was busy at the other end of the bar, mixing five drinks and pulling a pint of Deep’s Special Lager. She bent over to get something from a low shelf. No rush then, Jay thought. I’ll just… enjoy the view.
And then she was there in front of him. Looking irritated.
Jay realized he was a few seconds behind events. “Huh?”
Jade’s hand seemed to twitch toward something underneath the bar, but she stopped herself and grinned razors. “I said he’s over there. With your pint.”
“What? No… Who?”
The irritated look sharpened in her blue-and-gold eyes. “Let me know when you unpack your brain, backpack boy,” she said. “Who do you think?”
Then she was gone, a blur behind the bar again.
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish