Ruby's Blues....

"im a passionate woman!", Ruby throws her glass to the foor, Myron stares at her, "Now Ruby, dont start breaking shit up, we know you passionate gotdamnit, but stop breaking glasses!!!" Ruby sucks her teeth, weaving side to side, she pushes up her huge cleavage,nods her head in agreement, profusely sweating, holding a damp cigarette in between her fingers. She shifts her wig,and yells out loud, "OOOOOOOOO WEEEEEEEEEEEEE", open mouth, loud laughter.

Ruby was a attractive woman in her day, you could tell, the makeup running, underneath there was once coffee colored skin , clear brown eyes. her once tight body is loose, stomach sticking out in a too tight red dress. "a man myron....a man myron, did this to me...i love too hard....", she laughs loudly, and then begans to sob, and begins to laugh again. The other patrons are not sure if they should be silent or laugh, because she is switching emotions so quickly. Charlie sits in the corner looking at her future, if she doesnt stay away from jack daniels, and James. She lights a cigarette, blows smoke towards the ceiling, she touches her flowers to make sure they havent began to wilt. Ruby is now grinding to the song playing loudly on the jukebox, she is moving her hips, whistles come from the table next to Charlie, two old men reeking of gin, "they dont know about that ruby!" charlie smells Ruby's mixture of perfume and booze before she reaches her table. looking up, Ruby is staring her in the face, mascara running, "you a pretty bitch, ummm hmmmmm, what that man do to you?", points at her face, lets out a loud laugh,  continues to the table of the old rascals. Charlie waves her finger at Myron, now it is time to drink.  She sips each drink slowly, eyes closed, falling into each song, that seems to be her personal playlist.  After her seventh drink, Charlie is beginning to sweat in her dress, she fans herself with a napkin, and lights up another cigarette. The door opens, and Charlie looks over at her shoulder to see James and a woman walking in, holding hands. Charlie turns around quickly, sips the rest of her drink, tries to compose herself, patting her damp curls, putting out her cigarette, applying lipstick. She hears James voice, and a knot in her throat forms.  She has not heard or seen James in three months, he stopped leaving notes under her door, the phone stopped ringing.  Myron, behind the bar, whispers "shit" to himself, as he turns around preparing james and his dates drinks. Charlie and James have tore up his place before fighting, and that was when they were together.  a night that started with the couple kissing lovingly at the bar, ended with broken glass, a blade being drawn, and his customers running out the door.  Charlie gathers her coat, and purse, weaving a bit, walks up to the bar, she stands right next to james and his new lady, a younger girl, mid twenties, light brown with freckles sprinkled across her nose, a neat ponytail, she is wearing what looks like a funeral dress, high collared, black, with huge buttons down the back, Myron sets a vodka tonic in front of her, (charlie sucks her teeth at this)  whiskey for james. Charlie is staring at her so fiercely, she doesnt realize myron calling her in front of her face. "Whats going on Charlie", myron looking nervously from Charlie to James, "Could i pay my tab?" Charlie smiles her chesire smile, lights a cigarette, the girl begans to fan the smoke away, James is staring straight ahead. Charlie pulls out a twenty, slams it on the bar, she makes a effort to blow smoke in the girls face. Charlie pauses waiting for a reaction, she is biting her lip, eyes full of red,  waiting to act wild, her blood is boiling,  the girl only waves the smoke, and sips her drink slowly....