Bob Cash

"Bob, when are you going to get these obscene chairs fixed?Would you please pour a very large Jack Daniels for me, and leave out the Jack." Bob Cash, owner and sole bartender of Charlotte's Bar and Jazz Emporium walked slowly over to where Jenny had perched her petite figure.
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Of course Bob knew she was closer to thirty-five than she wanted to admit.
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It was times like these when Jenny's immature side would surface and Bob would put onhis best fatherly image for her.He guessed that this recent outburst had a masculine origin, and he was about to discover that once again he had guessed right. "Men! They're all schmucks.
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"You know Bob, when I started out in this business I knew going in that it was going to be a struggle, but after all these years you would think that I would have learned how to handle these incompetent idiots."
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Bob shot her one of his infamous all-knowing grins. "Yeah, well, that poor excuse for a station manager has seen the last of my overtime.Oh great, if it isn't the Devil himself." Bob turned around in time to see the tall stocky figure of Brian Allen enter the bar.
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From his appearance Bob figured he would be wanting something a little stronger than bubbling water with a lime twist.Brian's usual calm brown eyes were on fire, as he looked at Jenny.His thick, black hair looked as if a bird had laid a nest in it.Even his mustache was twitching.
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Bob decided to stay out of it and pretended to dry some glasses.With his back to them, he could see everything reflected in the large mirror.
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Bob, put this on Brian's bill.I'm outa here."
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"Bob, give me that double Jack Daniels on the rocks and leave out the rocks."

Bob Cash, owner and sole bartender of Charlotte's Bar and Jazz Emporium walked slowly over to where Jenny had perched her petite figure.
...
Of course Bob knew she was closer to thirty-five than she wanted to admit.
...
Bob turned around in time to see the tall stocky figure of Brian Allen enter the bar.
...
Bob decided to stay out of it and pretended to dry some glasses.With his back to them, he could see everything reflected in the large mirror.All right, Miss Reed, just what the hell do you think you be doing here when you have to be on the air in exactly seven minutes?.Suddenly everyone is Big Ben.

"Bob, when are you going to get these obscene chairs fixed?Would you please pour a very large Jack Daniels for me, and leave out the Jack."

Bob Cash, owner and sole bartender of Charlotte's Bar and Jazz Emporium walked slowly over to where Jenny had perched her petite figure.
...
Of course Bob knew she was closer to thirty-five than she wanted to admit.
...
It was times like these when Jenny's immature side would surface and Bob would put on his best fatherly image for her.He guessed that this recent outburst had a masculine origin, and he was about to discover that once again he had guessed right.

"Men! They're all schmucks.When you tend to forget, they tend to remind you!"
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"You know Bob, when I started out in this business I knew going in that it was going to be a struggle, but after all these years you would think that I would have learned how to handle these incompetent idiots."

"Which idiot are we referring to this time?"

"The chief idiot at our glorious station, Mr. Brian Allen, of course.Never trust a man with two first names!"
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Bob shot her one of his infamous all-knowing grins.

"Yeah, well, that poor excuse for a station manager has seen the last of my overtime.Oh great, if it isn't the Devil himself."

Bob turned around in time to see the tall stocky figure of Brian Allen enter the bar.
...
From his appearance Bob figured he would be wanting something a little stronger than bubbling water with a lime twist.Brian's usual calm brown eyes were on fire, as he looked at Jenny.His thick, black hair looked as if a bird had laid a nest in it.Even his mustache was twitching.

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Bob decided to stay out of it and pretended to dry some glasses.With his back to them, he could see everything reflected in the large mirror.

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Bob, put this on Brian's bill.
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"Bob, give me that double Jack Daniels on the rocks and leave out the rocks."

First Class Male is scheduled for publication this August and Red Wine For Breakfast will be re-released in September by my new publisher Lighthouse Press: http://www.lighthouseeditions.com/