The soft lighting was minimal, in deference to the late hour. A subtle amber glow gently illuminated the deep mahogany wood of the hotel bar, but still left plenty of surrounding shadows to hide from the world. That seemed to suit Siobhan’s last patron just fine.
Last call had come and gone, taking with it the few still lingering at that hour – except for one lone man. She slid a look toward the end of the bar while appearing to inventory her remaining liquor. He was still firmly ensconced there; head hung low, oblivious to anything around him. He’d been there most of the evening, not really drinking a lot, but drinking steadily.
She knew who he was, of course. You didn’t turn sweet sixteen in the eighties and not recognize this man. Oh sure… the dark hair was significantly shorter, the lines in his face more pronounced, but there was no mistaking his identity. He may not have been quite the same icon as the fluffy headed lead singer, but their tandem travels had earned him his own dedicated following. A following that was still very much alive from what she’d read online.
4 comments:
Another Richie story? Whoooooohooooo!
Ohhh yay!! Another one to look forward to!! -ferfy0
cool. a new story. cant wait to read more.
Not enough Richie stories around.... Need more STORIES!!!!
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