All That Jazz
As the band
moved into an upbeat swing, couples jumped from their seats to crowd the dance
floor. A handsome young Navy man approached her table. “ I know you want to
dance with me, sweet thing,” he said haughtily. Her lips parted from her glass
and she ate one olive off the wooden skewer before replying. “Tell me Sailor,”
she began, “Did you come her tonight just for the girls?” Thinking quick on his
feet, as he was a quick-witted fellow, he said with a coy smile, “ I came her
just for you, Beautiful.” She lifted her head to look him in the face. Her cold
emerald eyes pierced through him and his cocky smile faded. “What a shame,” she
said coolly, a smirk on her face; “I came her just for the Jazz.” The young man backed away, defeated, as she
settled into her seat to absorb the sounds of the night, martini in hand.