Shady room delights

My fetish for a shady bar room filled with strangers drinking off to glory is going to be true some day but until then it’s always good to have some fantasies about how that particular moment of my life could turn out to be.

It’s a “once in a blue moon" midnight. You and your partner in crime, the sole person with whom you have tried almost everything, you decide to walk into a shady bar. Picturing my story in the whole scene. Dim lights, partially empty tables, with one or two people here and there drinking local whiskey and occasionally nibbling on chicken bones with flesh that the teeth couldn’t tear before at once and a few circles of schezwan ketchup along the surface of the dish.

The best part about not feeling like a stranger at such places is because you can wear anything and walk into such places. Shady bars have shady people with shady clothes, and if you’re someone with an affinity towards wearing hoodies and ripped jeans, this is where you could belong on weekends or on fucked-up weekday evenings.

Walking into the place with my partner, both wearing the most ragged clothes in our wardrobe, we go directly to the counter and order 2 glasses of neat whiskey on the rocks and some peanuts to prevent grumbling stomachs. Side high rise tables are more fun to me than the regular squares with 2 or 4 chairs as and when necessary. There’s a dim light glowing above us, our glasses cling and we take our first sip. First sip to something we’ve never done. First sip to a night full of great conversations and shitty music or if we’re lucky we would probably end up listening to some good rock music. It’s all sketched and painted in my mind like Van Gogh’s The Night Café. It’s dramatic and beautiful and mysterious.

I open my hair and let my curls fall upon my shoulder, just to hide my face from the others sitting in the room or maybe cz if i’d blush after some spirits down my throat, he wouldn’t know. He looks at me, smiles, and tells me, “This is good. Why didn’t we do this before?”. We start talking and we had surpassed a whole lot of story, a whole lot of drama that we’ve been through, until there is some silence. You know, the silence? When two people are sitting and looking around and feeling the environment around them, and there’s a crazy amount of comforting silence which sounds like a whisper to your ears. You don’t say a word, but just feel the presence of everything around you. You look at the walls, the ceiling, the dim light right above your head, the stains on the walls that speak so much about things that must have happened under that old roof, the view outisde the windows, the city skyline, night sky and stars, and then the other person who’s sitting right next to you. Your eyes meet. You look at him and he raises his eyebrows asking , “what?”. You say, “nothing.”, looking downwards with a smile, and for once everything just seems smoothly communicated.

Downing our fifth drink, we were drunk enough to make those cheezy li’l drunken talks. He takes my hand, other hand around my shoulder and we look outside the window. He tells me, “life just gets so simple yet funny around you.” Me on the other hand, dazed and unaware of what’s going on, just knowing that he is just holding me right, i’d say,” you know what? I sort of find it absolutely funny how you run to the washroom every 15mins when we drink beer and you say ‘sorry. Please excuse me. I have a really small bladder.’ Cracks me up soo bad!”, and I laugh out loud. He presses my hand saying, “Yeah and as if you don’t dance like a mad goddess without shoes on the dance floor when 3 glasses down?”

“Okay. I do. Hahaaaah. You still are funny.”, and I start giggling.

“I wonder who you’ll get to laugh at like this when i leave the city.”

I was looking outside the window, heard what he said, and still kept looking, hoping that this was not true and he would change the truth only that one time although i’d been aware of it for quite some time. He nudged my hand to make me respond, and all i could say was, “I don’t know. Why are we talking about this?”

“So, it seems you’re gonna come and meet me.”

“And you’re planning not to?”

“Yes of course I will.”, he said, comfortingly.

Little droplets were collecting in my eyes already and though it wasn’t really visible, I asked, “ What if you find someone new, will you forget me?”

“No. Not really. I’d try to find you everywhere around me in good or bad times.”

“We both know what’s coming!”, i chuckled,”but no matter what happens we’ve had our today, right?”

“Yeah.”

I put my hand around him and we hug like it’s the right thing to do for every time you want to comfort your friend.

He takes his last sip of whiskey, tumbling the glass completely over his mouth just to avoid even missing a single drop. I rub off the extra droplets at the sides of his lips. We get up and leave for the night.

Cheezy. Very very cheezy. Good part - no violence or no threat to your security or no drama. Something that always comes to anybody’s mind who thinks about a dimly lit bar with shady vibes.

I’ve also pictured myself in situations inside shady bathrooms, shady libraries, shady cafés, shady art galleries with a whole lot of nudes, shady roads, shady skybridges, and also shady tunnels. But nothing can beat the setting of a shady bedroom with a whole lot of kink all around me and thinking to myself what it’d be like with all those shady room delights.