THE LUCKY LADY
Rekha stood on the walkway before the bar, in her hand she held the tiny remote. Right now she looked at the glass sheen walls before her she knew what lay behind it but it was the outside appeal that she needed, with a single flick of her finger it shimmered and transformed into a two level, wrought iron gateways, with lights and plants. It was her dream, this was the Lucky Lady.
Rekha herself felt like the lucky lady, the japoor snippet tattoo on her right shoulder was her proof. Since she was eight years old aside from one single turn of events everything else had gone quite unexpectedly.
Tonight was one of the culminations of her dreams the opening of the bar and restuaurant. On the bar right now they were lining up rocks glasses, she would treat everyone to her favorite drink, the Imperial. Vodka, coffee liquor and milk. All white. Yes they could order other drinks, beer, wine, something harder, something with no bite, and food well they were stocked.
Behind the bar, and in the kitchen Jarrod her right hand. Her confidant, friend, bouncer, and cook. He was one scary looking guy with a scar that ran down the right cheek but his food....was to die for. Well she thought it was.
The lights came up, the doors opened wide it was time....
the bar is open.
This would be fun, a way to relax