At the Iceberg Lounge
The lounge was getting ready to open for the evening and Oswald was, as usual, brimming with excitement. Another night, another set of possibilities. Whole new worlds could open or close tonight. The band was ready, the staff was set, and Oswald was raring to go.
It had been a long day; he had spent much of it dealing with the bookkeeping concerns of his, many varied businesses. His new accountant was, well, he was a nervous fellow. Understandable considering how he got the job, but still the boy needed to face his fears if he was ever going to stand on his own two feet. Oswald would hate to have to let him go so soon, but it was becoming increasingly clear that the boy just might not have what it takes to make it in the hard knuckle world of accounting. The books were, sadly, quite a mess. It is always hard to recover when one of your flock betrays you, doubly so when that person was also your accountant. But that was in the past. That was all behind him now, he had a new accountant and business had never been better. Things were looking up.
There was so much still to do tonight. There were people to entertain, new friends to make, new connections to forge, and, of course, business to conduct. There is always business to conduct.
The band began to play their warm up routine.
"Trixie!" Oswald called out as the waitress walked by. "Be a dear and bring me my drink. That's a good girl." He sends her off with a swat to her backside. His drink, as everyone in the lounge knew, was a very dry martini with four olives. "Send it to my table” he shouts as she walks towards the bar. Then, mostly to himself, “I think I would like to sit and listen to the music for a while, before the night starts." And with that Oswald waddles back to his table where he can sit close his eyes and listen to the band play. He lights his cigarette, breathes deep, and starts to relax.
The Iceberg Lounge is open for business.
It had been a long day; he had spent much of it dealing with the bookkeeping concerns of his, many varied businesses. His new accountant was, well, he was a nervous fellow. Understandable considering how he got the job, but still the boy needed to face his fears if he was ever going to stand on his own two feet. Oswald would hate to have to let him go so soon, but it was becoming increasingly clear that the boy just might not have what it takes to make it in the hard knuckle world of accounting. The books were, sadly, quite a mess. It is always hard to recover when one of your flock betrays you, doubly so when that person was also your accountant. But that was in the past. That was all behind him now, he had a new accountant and business had never been better. Things were looking up.
There was so much still to do tonight. There were people to entertain, new friends to make, new connections to forge, and, of course, business to conduct. There is always business to conduct.
The band began to play their warm up routine.
"Trixie!" Oswald called out as the waitress walked by. "Be a dear and bring me my drink. That's a good girl." He sends her off with a swat to her backside. His drink, as everyone in the lounge knew, was a very dry martini with four olives. "Send it to my table” he shouts as she walks towards the bar. Then, mostly to himself, “I think I would like to sit and listen to the music for a while, before the night starts." And with that Oswald waddles back to his table where he can sit close his eyes and listen to the band play. He lights his cigarette, breathes deep, and starts to relax.
The Iceberg Lounge is open for business.