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This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise, constrained by a sentence limit (high and low) of six, there are worse ways to spend the remaining time you have on earth.
Prompt word:
TAG
“Not for nothin’, Tierney, but that broad out in Chicago pisses me off.”
Diane Tierney stood next to the last in the single row of booths on the Lounge side of the Bottom of the Sea and listened to her boss, Lou Caesare; she preferred to remain standing if for no other reason than she could watch, through the half-wall of liquor bottles, the entirety of the Strip Club side of the business.
It was early evening on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and what the crowd lacked in numbers it more than made up in enthusiasm; the expression of interest inversely proportional to wholesomeness of the next day’s celebration of family values.
Currently on stage was a new two-girl dance act.
A business woman with an MBA, 3 novels with decent sales numbers and a divorced spouse, Diane Tierney smiled, remembering the interview with the dancers on stage, in particular, one of the pair who mentioned that she was majoring in Rhetoric and Creative Writing at the local Teacher’s College; Diane rarely demanded her current occupation be satisfying but recognized an opportunity to be amused when she saw one.
Lou Caesare was more invested in the strippers who worked in his club than most and, a bit old-fashioned; at his insistence, first-time dancers were given the opportunity to use of a tripod on stage to display their name; seeing it now, reminded Diane of what made her decide to give them a chance: written on the card, beneath ‘the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club Proudly Presents’ in simple block letters: “Tag your…”
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Oh, I do like Diane Tierney, and of course that place down there – just a great name it has, I’ll never forget that one!
I like how Diane Tierney doesn’t need her current occupation to be satisfying. It looks like she’s keeping her eye on the place nonetheless.
Of course there’s a new two-girl dance act, lol. Leave to Lou to insist aka offer, the use of the tripod. Diane, being the exceptional woman that she is, not surprised at her well rounded sense of humor!
I become so entrenched in the skill of your writing that I have to go back and read it again, so I know where we are in the plot (“Plot? Plot…” I hear you say.) Nice Six.
Every business needs a manager with a sense of humor. Too bad so many of them lack this very feature.
You desribed the scene so well I felt I was looking on – spare my blushes!