Door OneOSix is an online,
serialised reality Soap Opera about the staff and patrons of a very upscale
bar, located on the 50th floor of a building in the heart of Toronto's
financial district. It is raunchy, it's funny, most of all it is real life. So
come on in and spend a few minutes with us and escape from your own world, at
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“Ok Kids” Mystra always refers to her staff as kids.
No one ever really got offended. Then
she started her usual daily pep talk. “Let’s get it together now. Backs
straight, heads up and give us that million dollar smile that customers want to
see after a hard day at the office.” Her daily mantra was always delivered as a
suggestion, but with a strong tinge of authority.
Nevertheless, Izalia and Buddy, the two fulltime waiters and Astoria,
the bartender always used it to do their last minute checks of their clothes
and makeup etc, before the electronic locks on the large red mahogany door,
with its shinny brass plate engraved with the words written out “OneOSix”
clicked signaling that it was time for the first customers to enter the
establishment.
Everyone on the floor occasionally snatched a quick glance at the large,
round computer generated clock that was positioned immediately above the main
entrance, as they individually did their own count down of the remaining
seconds. Then, it happened. The clunk. The familiar sound that they had heard
for the last three years five days a week for the eight plus hours they worked.
Yes, eight hours, rarely was OneOSix, ever-open past mid-night, more than five
days or during daytime hours. Moreover, on those rare occasions when it did
open, you could bet that it was an invitation only affair, for which the
establishment was paid handsomely and the staff and extended staff also left
with enormous smiles.
Mystra pushed the door open to check that the lock did actually
disengaged. There were a few times when it did not disengage. She gave a look down the red-carpeted
hallway towards the elevators. Izalia
and Buddy, in their bleached white shirts, with tieless, button-down collars
and black, creased, cuffed pants stood on each side of the inner polished brass
framed glass doors.
Then as if on cue, one of the four elevators opened it’s doors and spat
out the first two customers of the day. Mystra greeted them with a gleaming
white teeth smile.
“Ah, Mr. Stein, How did the Hang Sen treat you today?
The small balding man in the grey suit, whose jacket seemed a size or
two smaller than his chubby body, replied
“Shitty.”
“And Mr. Sedisky, was the Nasdaq any better for you?”
“You bloody well bet, she was all over me like a whore in heat.” Al Sedisky, a tall blond Aussie, replied in
his heavy down-under accent.
“Hey, Zacky Boy, are we in smoking or non today?” Al asked of his best
friend Zack Stein. “Smoking.” Then turning to Buddy he asked, “Is booth twenty
booked yet?” “Nope, all booths are free and clear so far.” Buddy replied and
led the two men to the second and third sets of brass framed glass doors. As
the two men sat at the booth that normally accommodates six, Al said, “Buddy,
me boy, get us two sixteen year olds in chilled glasses.” Although it was
possible for the two men to have placed their order directly from the touch
screen monitor in their booth, like most of the other regulars they preferred
to order their drinks via the wait staff.
THE MAIN ROOM & BAR
The main room started to fill with patrons. Mystra was doing a bit of
table waiting, which she hated having to do’ but she was the sole proprietor,
and a boss has got to do what a boss has to do. Among the faces she saw were some new ones. She liked seeing new
faces it meant that when her old regulars got tired of her place, the booths
would still be reasonably filled. As she stood by the bar waiting to pick up
her orders, she looked towards the front door as more patrons entered her bar.
“What day is it? I am so confused.” Mystra asked to no one in particular. “Thursday.” Izalia said.
“Must be the 15th.”
Mystra said. She had a worried look on her face. “How could I have
missed that?” She asked in a much lower voice.
“Nope, the 15th is Saturday.” Buddy added. “Mystra, there is a bit of a lull here now, where
are you orders going?” Buddy continued.
“Ten, three, five and, and” Mystra shook her head and inhaled between
her teeth as if to shuffle the numbers and jog her memory. “Oh, yeah seven, in
that order.”
“Ok” Buddy replied and went off to cover for Mystra.
“Hey Astoria, when you get a chance, could you give Dotty a call and
tell her to get here as fast as she could.”
“Will do, Oh there is a message on my screen from chef, he needs help”
“Shit, it never rains, but it pours, I guess you better put in a call to
Shabba too.”
Astoria was the second in command. It was a job she really enjoyed. It
fitted her personality, she was one of those people that found difficulty in
just being a worker, she always worked better when she was given a title. Her
height and large build, was intimidating to most. While all of her bar staff
was at the bar, jokingly Mystra asked, “Which one of my fine offspring was
assigned to prompt Mamma Mystra about paydays?
Buddy answered for everyone.” Mamma never made that assignment.”
“Then you’re it. I want you to remind me three days before the fifteenth
and three days before the end of the month and alert everyone so that we can
work out our staffing.”
“You are on.” He replied and shot a quick glance at Astoria to see how
she was accepting his appointment. Astoria seemed to be pleased with the
appointment since as she saw it the assignment was in reality rather trivial.
DOTTY’S APARTMENT
The telephone is ringing.
‘Don’t answer it” George panted as he continued to use his tongue to
pleasure Dotty. Amid her loud moaning she said “I don’t want you to stop, but
it might be important, George.” The ringing stopped and George continued to do
what he always boasted that he was champion of. Then it started ringing once
more.
“Now, who the hell would be calling you at 730 in
the evening except one of your poor ass, greasy rock n roll boys.” George said
angrily as he abruptly pulled his head from between her legs. Dotty, with the
same anger, but for a different reason, shoved his head back down.
There was silence. Sort of because George himself
was now uttering his own noises as Dotty bit into her own bottom lip. Everyone
was on the same page of happiness and contentment, both he that giveth and she
that receiveth. Somewhere it is
written, who knows where, that true, earth moving pleasure is measured in
nanoseconds and not minutes. Thus, it was here. The raise his head; he raised
his whole body and flounced out of the bed.
“George, George, comeback, confounded phone started ringing again. Dotty
ignored it again. But this time George didn’t just I promise I’ll turn the
phone off.”
“Answer it.” George yelled, this time contradicting himself. The top of
his baldhead was wet with sweat and red with anger. Dotty was almost there.
Reluctantly, she reached over and looked at phone before she picked it up. “Hi,
Asta. Hold on a second” Most of the staff always referred to Astoria as Asta,
except those times when in their opinion, she pissed them off. Then they called
her Asterhole. Buddy came up with that name for her.
Dotty put the call on hold and turned to George. “See, I told you that
it might be important. But all you can damn well think about is me being with
some other man. Do I yell and get mad at you when your damn wife page you
during our love making, Now do I, Do I?” Her voice raised to almost a scream as
she uttered the last “Do I”. George was now using a towel to dry his head
before he applied the adhesive that kept his toupee in place. His face showed
no reaction. Dotty continued her conversation with Asta. “I’ll be there within
the hour.” Then she hung up and headed for the bathroom brushing past George as
if he wasn’t there.
How does it go again, Hell hath no fury
like an unsatisfied woman. Something
like that.
Join me for the next episode; it will
be, as they say The Bomb.
hildaagard@yahoo.ca
The Show at Door OneOSix continues in
Episode , Two, “The Nite Is Still Young”. http://www.anzwers.org/free/door106.
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