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I am up against it, trying to compete with CL. He does such a great job of description and has so many ideas about how a word can be used. I have made a brave attempt, very short story and who knows, I may win since no one else seems up to the challenge, I bow to your craftsmanship in this department, CL.
Chaser was standing in the corner ogling the blonde sitting alone at the bar. As Clutch approached, spasmodically grabbing at the shoulder bag he affected since it had become manly to use a "purse", Beanie popped out of the men's room, tiny hat perched on the back of his head to hide his bald spot. "Where's Shifty?" Chaser demanded. " I called youse all here for a time limited reason, I've been following this fella now for three days and I expect him here any minute."
"Relax, Boss " Clutch suggested, "Have yourself a drink, here I'll order" to the bartender " Scotch, beer chaser here , wouldya?"
Beanie, scratching his head under the little hat, which itched him but he wouldn't give up, wanted to know "Are we after some kind of pot of gold, rainbow chasing, Boss? Is this from your old law days?"
"Ya could say that, I defended him on a bank heist but he ended up in the slammer for 10 years, I'm pretty sure he's got the loot stashed somewhere nearby but he ain't showing it in his actions. He dresses poorly and he don't throw money around any, but I'm sure he's gotta have it."
Attention shifted to the bar entrance, the latest man on the scene was glancing around and nervously assessing the situation. Satisfied for the moment that all was well, he skirted the bar on his way to the group. "The car's ready, Boss" he said out of the side of his mouth.
"Yeah, siddown Clutch, have a drink, we may be a while".
The blonde sauntered up to the piano. Everyone knew Crystal, she was a real gem, cold as ice but beautiful to look at, rhinestone bracelets and earrings sparkling like a fistful of diamonds. She looked pretty classy, voice was pure as spring water and her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. All part of the act, but it made men weak.
"Last call" the bartender called out. No takers. Gotta keep a clear head when you're on the trail of a fortune. Sucker hadn't shown, haveta try again tomorrow. Crime sure don't pay.
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