Strange as Fiction (part 1)

[The Wizard]

The bar is called Connery's. The name's a half serious joke, a nod to the closest thing to acknowledgment its inhabitants have ever gotten. In many ways it resembles a cop bar, the kind filled with retired detective's with nothing left but the good old days and stale booze. Beer isn't served here, it's all martini's, and vodka, and scotch for this crowd. The furniture is spartan, thanks to the ever shrinking black budget that pays for everything. The bar,  like the nameless town that surrounds it, is slowly being forgotten by the people whose asses its inhabitants spent their lives saving.

   The most interesting thing about the place is the decoration. Every wall is covered with pictures of expensive cars and exotic and beautiful men and women, most of them with a date of death scrawled scrawled in the corner. A shrine to lost loves, and old friends. The customer's themselves are plenty interesting in themselves. The women are all aged beauties, some faded whilst others only made more beautiful with time. They're dressed elegantly, in startling gowns and stylish, but still professional suits. The men are similarly well dressed and kind to the eyes, quietly smoking and drinking.

   Connery's is rather quiet most of the day, as people simply drink, smoke, and mournfully reminisce. The barkeep, a one eyed Brit by the name of Montjoy, keeps the martini's coming, only stopping to stare longingly at the picture of a blonde woman whose beauty is startling even by the standards of the wall. As the evening wears on though,  nostalgia and a formidable amount of alcohol takes hold and the inhabitants begin to tell stories. Tales of convoluted criminal conspiracies, of nearly averted Armageddons, of long dead masterminds stroking white cats. They tell stories whose telling is punishable by death anywhere else in the world.

   Ever day starts the same, with the denizen's crawling out of each others' beds (even in retirement it's still fun to sleep with the enemy), putting on their evening wear (which is the only thing they ever wore), cleaning their various concealable weapons (because you never know when it might come in handy), and heading for Connery's.

[Faust]

I like, more please.

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

i enjoyed this piece, but needs better paragraph breaks to be easier on the eyes, semaj.

[The Wizard]

i enjoyed this piece, but needs better paragraph breaks to be easier on the eyes, semaj.

Woops, sorry about that. Lifted it right from the Word Document. Fixed now.

I like, more please.

I'll post the next one tomorrow.