After playing hooky for the night's performance, Fritzie returns to the Klub in the wee small hours, shortly after closing, dressed far better and more appropriately than usual. She slips her shoes off at the door so no one will hear her heels on the wood floor and tiptoes to the till, where she lives an envelope containing a letter and a very ( Read more... )

Fritzie sits at the foot of the stage, with her legs dangling over the edge, wearing a peach cocktail dress with short handkerchief sleeves and a square neckline that shows off the ostentatious costume necklace of gold-plated chain and glass diamonds draped around her throat. Her voice is deliberately wispy and throaty as she leans toward the men ( Read more... )

Kost made her way through the streets to the Kit Kat Klub. It was still early in the evening, so it was obvious to anyone who knew her and saw her on the street that she wasn't heading there for business. The chairs and bar didn't start filling up with possible clients until much, much later. Of course, t might be said that she was heading there to ( Read more... )

Even for a place like the Klub, Mondays were always horridly dead. It was so dead, in fact, that the stage act had been reduced to one of the girls standing behind a white sheet lacklusterly flailing a regular with a penchant for S&M. Thank god that particular patron hadn't chosen him for a change. He wasn't feeling in the mood for a boy tonight ( ( Read more... )

When: Afternoon prior to opening
Where: Klub
Who: Open to Staff ( Read more... )

*It is near closing time at the Klub. The large crowds of the early evening that had swelled in earlier to avoid the cold have more or less gone home to the warmths of their nightly pick-ups or to sleep it off for the inevitable hang-overs of the following morning. All that remains is the usual group of regulars and sleepy drunks. A few of the ( Read more... )

But a boss is supposed to be able to pay his employees on payday -- and on a payday before the holidays, no less. They would rend me to pieces if they didn't adore me so much. Ha ( Read more... )

*She walks into the club, coming in from a cold rain beating outside. Winter time never leaves Berlin, and that's a fact. Rain like this makes her think of Louisiana with its sultry days and balmy nights filled with whiskey and songs. Whiskey and a song, that's what she could use right about now. A little bit of both ( Read more... )

Late morning, empty Klub. Unoccupied piano. Overly occupied mind that needs to find some release. So Fritzie tells a story that isn't hers. Not exactly.

Last night when I saw him ( Read more... )

A quarter to seven.

Should be home in time for dinner.

Just one drink.

A little one, 'cause he's driving.

And he's also got a wifey who can smell booze on his breath from a mile away.

A drink, some music, some chatting, then out. Good plan. Let's see how well it works.