inside a pub

1. inside the pub with its dim warm yellow lights, J played host and made everyone sit and called a waiter and asked everyone's order.  beer, juice, coffee.  i asked beer.  J, coffee.  which surprised me seeing how the night had just started, how the night was still young, and how familiar he was of the place, the people.  his idea to bring everyone in the acoustics pub.  

J, indie filmmaker, sanguine, nomad.  he'd said let's everyone go to the pub, near the terminal, this and that.  leftover of his adrenalin rush, maybe.  how he had performed spontaneity and masturbation, a kind of physical self-love, at the shop an hour earlier and publicly showed the audience his arse.  he got the free dinner for two.

2. inside the pub with its dim warm yellow lights, ours was a table of odds.  septuagenarians and national artists,  political activists, union organizers, young writers gay, realist, and YA, and J, filmmaker, sanguine, nomad.

the band decided to change the last songs in their set.  played their tribal-and-mountain-tribute songs instead.  i sat beside C, who does psychology, and F.  and all of us we all pretended not to know that J had stealthily crossed to the next table.

3.  inside the pub with its dim warm yellow lights.  

4.  inside the pub with its dim warm yellow lights.

5.  i thought of a scene in mind.  you, the chill, the night.