Opening Night at The Catscratch Club
Months and months ago, back when Saffron had told Warrick her idea about opening a strip club on the island, it had seemed more like a distant thing, a concept, rather than an actual solid possibility. But they'd been planning, and working, and now the day had finally come: opening night. The building crew had done a fantastic job. The furniture John had built was beautiful. And the magnificent bar given to Saffron by the island or whatever powers that be was, well, magnificent.
The Catscratch Club, named in memory of one Mimi Marquez, and maybe a little in a roundabout way for their bartender and musician Roger Davis, was open for business. Saffron and Warrick stood together at the door, Saffron with clipboard in hand ready to take down names, and waited for the people to come.
I still can't believe it's happening. You'd think with everything I've seen as a CSI and since getting to the island, I'd be inured to the strange by now. And maybe I am, when it comes to people switching bodies, growing parts they shouldn't have, growing younger over night. Shit like that, after the initial WTF I just shrug and let it roll. No sense getting my jock in a knot over something I can't control, y'know what I'm saying?
But this is different. Standing here at the front of a club I'm a partner in, with Cath (and Griss and Sara) not here to see me up and out of the muck I made for myself, slots not chiming, tourists not shrieking, neon not flashing... it's weird in ways that go deep down. Weird, y'know, but not wrong. Naming the club after Cath is right. She was a dancer and she got out, became one of the best damned CSIs in the world and the best damned mom, and now I'm out and moving on too.
I step a little behind and beside my girl, give her pride of place, 'cause she's also getting up and out. I don't know a helluva lot about her life before here, but I know it was hard and I know this is better. My head bobs a little to the sound of the tune I'm gonna open with and I give her a smile. Awww,yeah. Weird, but all kinds of right.
Saffron smiled up at Warrick, more confident than ever in her choice of who to run the place with her. He'd come up with the idea for the jazz club, which was sure to attract even more people, and as much as she was fully capable of taking care of herself, it was nice to not be running things on her own. It was her first business venture, after all, unless you counted conning, and she wanted to get it right and do it well. With Warrick by her side, and the strong crew they'd assembled, Saffron was confident the club would be a success.
[It's opening night and if you're 16 or older, you're invited! Post open to new tags through Monday, and ST definitely welcome. The club is open from 8 pm - 2 am, so your comment can be taking place anytime during those hours. Please see this post in Slated for more information.]
The Catscratch Club, named in memory of one Mimi Marquez, and maybe a little in a roundabout way for their bartender and musician Roger Davis, was open for business. Saffron and Warrick stood together at the door, Saffron with clipboard in hand ready to take down names, and waited for the people to come.
I still can't believe it's happening. You'd think with everything I've seen as a CSI and since getting to the island, I'd be inured to the strange by now. And maybe I am, when it comes to people switching bodies, growing parts they shouldn't have, growing younger over night. Shit like that, after the initial WTF I just shrug and let it roll. No sense getting my jock in a knot over something I can't control, y'know what I'm saying?
But this is different. Standing here at the front of a club I'm a partner in, with Cath (and Griss and Sara) not here to see me up and out of the muck I made for myself, slots not chiming, tourists not shrieking, neon not flashing... it's weird in ways that go deep down. Weird, y'know, but not wrong. Naming the club after Cath is right. She was a dancer and she got out, became one of the best damned CSIs in the world and the best damned mom, and now I'm out and moving on too.
I step a little behind and beside my girl, give her pride of place, 'cause she's also getting up and out. I don't know a helluva lot about her life before here, but I know it was hard and I know this is better. My head bobs a little to the sound of the tune I'm gonna open with and I give her a smile. Awww,yeah. Weird, but all kinds of right.
Saffron smiled up at Warrick, more confident than ever in her choice of who to run the place with her. He'd come up with the idea for the jazz club, which was sure to attract even more people, and as much as she was fully capable of taking care of herself, it was nice to not be running things on her own. It was her first business venture, after all, unless you counted conning, and she wanted to get it right and do it well. With Warrick by her side, and the strong crew they'd assembled, Saffron was confident the club would be a success.
[It's opening night and if you're 16 or older, you're invited! Post open to new tags through Monday, and ST definitely welcome. The club is open from 8 pm - 2 am, so your comment can be taking place anytime during those hours. Please see this post in Slated for more information.]