Midnight Pub

Fire up the jukebox!

~zymotux

I enter the pub and head for the jukebox, feeling the need for some classics. Putting a Nightfall City coin in the slot, I hit the pleasingly analogue buttons to navigate through the old-style menu, the pages turning with a click and revealing album after album. My coin gives me three songs - I choose:

Rolling Stones - Sympathy for the Devil

Dusty Springfield - Son of a Preacher Man

Bob Dylan - Tangled up in Blue

The mechanism whirls and Jagger starts singing, "Please allow me to introduce myself...". I head to the bar and order a pint of the house Midnight Stout on nitro. Watching as it swirls and slowly settles leaving a creamy head I wonder who will step up to the jukebox next ("Who, who?!") and which three songs they'll choose ("Woo, woo!")?

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~rosie88 wrote:

I turn towards the front door and watch as the person enters, it seemed like a long minute but in reality it was just a 2 second notice, I turn back take my whisky and soda in my hand and raising it I take to my lips and take a sip. The music blares and I hear songs I vaguely remember as a child.

I came of age in the 80s and the music then was so eclectic and had purpose.

*The Clash-London Calling

*Joe Strummer-Straight To Hell

*OMD-Enola Gay

As more songs flooded her 52 year old mind, I got up and walked towards the jukebox, I saw no one was standing there so I stuck my hand in my pocket and took out a coin and let it fall into the slot. I picked the songs that were prominent

in my head and walked back to my seat where my drink awaited me.

~nagel wrote:

Do we have all the really interesting stuff here? Off course, it's the midnight pub after all. We can have all we want:

Blood on the Saddle - Endless Highway

Dead Man's Eyes - Radiant Smiles

Duckmandu - Let's Lynch the Landlord

And I raise my glas of dark ale to all of you around here.

~she12 wrote:

"Does this thing even know about Coolio?!" I flick through the covers. "How about an update; who are these people!?" The clacking continues.

"Pick your songs already, it's not a wedding band!"

"Fine, this will have to do then..."

Ike Turner & The Kings of Rhythm - Ghetto Funk

Chuck Berry - Dear Dad

The Byrds - Wasn't Born to Follow

The beat kicks in and I waltz back to the bar while firing my finger pistols at random things. "Pew, Pew!"