The action was slow at that hour. The two bartenders, already on duty, were stocking their wares and mixes. The ‘B’ girls sat in a gaudy row on the stools, three magpies, chewing gum and chattering. A handful of customers were at the bar. The jukebox was temporarily silent. “You’re on the scene e...
The rest of the prison retained its dead monochrome. By then, Ron stirred with boredom. He was settled but had nothing to do. His energetic nature had no outlet. He wasn’t interested in gambling or narcotics, except where they led to money, though he saw how these icons were the yeast that fluffe...