As she gazed across the lounge, Gail sipped a blindingly bright neon-pink frothy drink in a goldfish bowl of a glass. “Pretty quiet for a Friday night.”
“It"s only quarter of seven.” Linda slid back into a comfy chair of soft textured fabric. Tension evaporated from a puckered brow like an ebbing tide as she released a lengthy sigh and gazed onto a well-lit street.
After freshening up at the condo and slipping on warmer clothes, we"d walked over to Kalakaua in search of a bar. Stained-glass lanterns and partially frosted palmgrass-etched windows beckoned us into Mischief & Mayhem. Inside, slim silhouette pendant lights provided an ambient glow while jazz played softly in the background. There were no more than two dozen patrons inside and it seemed a perfect venue for chilling.
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