That particular song always made her feel kind of melancholy and she stayed in that mode by doing a cover of Gary Allan's 'Smoke rings in the dark'. She followed it with Juice Newton's 'Angel of the morning' before shaking her self out of an emotional slide by changing to the electric Fender and doing an upbeat cover of Alison Krauss' 'You say it best'. By that time the bar was almost full, the crowd was not limited to the young generation, Arleen saw a couples in their thirties and forties and gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guys in their twenties. She leaned into the mike. "Hi and welcome to the Rosécliffs Tavern, I'm Arleen Armstrong, I'll be entertaining ya this summer, asian so ya'all dance, listen, drink up and have a great time. I don't mind requests so let desi me know what you like, if I know it, I'll play it." She said to her audience, and seeing Melody beckoning her to a table where her sister and John the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her heels a second before picking the Spanish beginning to the Eagle's 'Hotel California' on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs Tavern in the lyrics for Hotel California, her southern accent making it sound indian like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the stage and sauntering to the table while the crowd clapped and cheered. She sat alongside Melody and opposite Thelma and John. "That was really cool, Arleen, thank you." Thelma said. "It wasn't necessary, but it'll be great publicity for when we open. I'll put an ad in the paper confirming you as our entertainer, if that's ok?" She asked before continuing, "I like how you changed the words to Rosécliffs Tavern, instead of Hotel California, can you open with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the tune. You are really talented. Sit and chill with Mel, she'll get ya back to the motel whenever you like, if that's ok?" She said. "She's awesome!" Melody gushed. She turned bright red and started paying a great deal of attention to her salad. When the meal was finished, John got up and returned with some beer which they drank in silence. The crowd had swelled and he excused himself, and began to fulfill his duties as bouncer, as the patrons got a little rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar; even though more servers were on duty they were getting swamped. Melody grabbed another pair of cold beers and they sat drinking, not quiet talking but not really quiet, sporadic bursts japan of conversation, followed by silence filled with promise and yet not a comfortable silence either, both girls realized something was short. They discovered that neither had a significant other, both loved country music. Melody loved motorcycles; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a million other little things people having a couple of drinks tell each other without getting bogged down with personal private facts. They drank a few more beers and chatted, mainly it was Melody, pointing out local personalities, giving her the gossipy details about who was sleeping with who, who the local drug dealers were, the local hookers, and trophy wives, japanese who spent the summer in their huge expensive cottages on the lake and seduced all the good-looking and athletic local studs while their husbands worked in the city. It was way exotic after 11:00, Melody and Arleen were really enjoying each other's company and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was fine, Melody was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her seat and began to slur her words. Silently, Thelma and John came up behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put her sister to bed. That got his attention. 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