Marko, who never took a break, watched the last remaining patrons saunter towards the door. A few members of the local ABATE group worked with Bandit to escort or take drunk bikers home. Bandit kept a garage out back for guys who couldn’t ride. There was always a rider or two who were down in the dumps and tried to drink the Cantina dry. There was always a girl or two who needed some affection before leaving the bar. It was Marko’s bennies for being at the Cantina 24/7.
Bandit never asked Marko to hang, he just took it on himself. The Cantina on the Harbor was his home. He couldn’t imagine a better place. When they shut down for holidays, he’d go for a ride or fish off the edge of the Cantina landing casting his line under the Vincent Thomas bridge.
Bandit had built a guest house onto the back of the Cantina for Marko and shared his garage space with the bouncer.
Mandy scurried around the building cleaning tables and sweeping up. Occasionally she would look at the Jade chicken bone in her apron pocket and wonder what it meant. The Chinaman had disappeared suddenly after he was scorned by the vision of the bone on the leather tether.
There was always a couple of guys hanging around to the last minute hoping that Mandy would choose one of them for the night. It was a lonely existence for some of the local riders. Mandy never went for the bait. She stayed focused on her duties and chummed around with Nyla, who restocked the bar and waited for Bandit to return.
The kitchen had been closed since 11:00 p.m. The crew had cleaned and mopped the floors, then slide out the back door. They were mostly Hispanic, legal aliens. They were tiny people, and Bandit referred to them as miniature human beings. The Chinaman spoke Spanish in addition to his native language and broken English. He usually stayed on later, going over the books and checking supplies, but tonight he slipped out the back door and into the night.
Mandy and Nyla had their spats, but there was another dynamic working between the too. She watched Nyla finish up wiping the bar and washing out the myriad of different sized glasses. Nyla was nearly always bubbly, and her tits bounced seductively in the frilly Spanish-styled gathered top. For the first time Nyla sensed, when she was leaning over, that Mandy was checking her out. Nyla smiled, a flirtatious grin and pulled down on the elastic top revealing her nipples then let the top snap back into place. Nyla was attracted to the macho Mandy and sensed since she didn’t have guys taking her home on a regular basis, that she had a chance.
Mandy got the hint, wiped off the final thick oak table replace the deep green table cloth and fresh white napkins then slipped behind the bar.
“You checking me out?” Nyla said.
“Have you ever seen me with a man?” Mandy said directly reaching under the bar for her Mac 10. She wiped it down suggestively stroking the barrel, then replaced it under the counter.
“I thought you and Bandit…” Nyla said.
“That was a long wonderful time ago,” Mandy said, “Before you came along I would go back there once in a while. I switched tracks, though.”
“You know, Bandit likes his lesbians,” Nyla said and moved closer to Mandy. Marko had turned the lights down and was outside. The bar was empty as Nyla reached behind her head and unleashed the plastic monster that held her dark curls off the back of her shapely neck. They tumbled about her shoulders as Mandy, just slightly taller than Nyla cupped her waist and kissed her.
“I was hopping…” Mandy said looking down at Nyla’s throbbing cleavage, pulling the elastic out so she could kiss her nipple.
“I’m not sure this is the best idea,” Nyla said sighing deeply. “I’ve been told that in any threesome, someone gets jealous.”
“Who said anything about a threesome, just yet.” Mandy said crushing her throbbing body against Nyla’s. “Let’s have a nightcap upstairs. I’ll bet Bandit won’t be back for awhile.”
