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Roach and Molly attend the last night of an iconic watering hole as they reflect on their culture, their city, their hometown’s rapid changes, and on their friendship as gentrification strips away yet another unique place in the ever-changing San Francisco ay Area.<\/p>\n

This story is featured in my collection of short stories entitled Short Songs<\/a>, featuring characters from The Rise and Fall of Skye Wright series<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n

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     \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d
\n      \u201cLooking at girl butts.\u201d
\n     Molly rolled her eyes. \u201cDon\u2019t you ever think about anything besides sex?\u201d
\n     \u201cSure. I think about violence too!\u201d
\n     Molly leaned on the bar and glared at Roach. \u201cYou\u2019re not violent. You\u2019re sure as shit not a hothead like Skye.\u201d
\n     \u201cSkye\u2019s not so bad,\u201d said Roach as she picked up her drink. \u201cI know plenty a\u2019 people who are way easier to set off than her.\u201d
\n     \u201cSure. I guess so. But I seen Skye break peoples\u2019 noses.\u201d
\n     Roach looked around, acting as if she wanted to change the subject as she observed the bustling crowd.
\n     Molly took the chance to scan the crowd. They had managed to grab a couple of stools at the bar, which was quite a feat since the entire place was packed with wall-to-wall patrons. There were so many people crowding the bar that it was difficult to move around.
\n     Molly sat up straight in her seat, looking at the neon signs above the back row of liquor bottles. \u201cI can’t believe this place is shuttin’ down.\u201d
\n     \u201cHow the fuck is San Francisco supposed to be San Francisco without at least one dyke bar?\u201d
\n     They were in Jemily’s, a long standing and iconic lesbian bar which had recently announced that they were closing down. Molly and Roach were there for the last night of its existence, an event that was causing seismic shockwaves across the Bay Area.
\n     \u201cI\u2019ve never seen this place so packed,\u201d said Molly as she scrunched herself into her seat in an attempt to avoid the press of the crowd. \u201cEvery dyke in a twenty mile radius must be here.\u201d
\n     \u201cThe boozhie ones anyways,\u201d snarked Roach.
\n     \u201cWe ain\u2019t boozhie.\u201d
\n     \u201cThe exception that proves the rule,\u201d said Roach as she sat up straight and looked around the crowd again. \u201cThat one,\u201d said Roach with a subtle head toss.
\n     \u201cWhich one?\u201d
\n     \u201cThe one in the salmon top.\u201d
\n     Molly squinted through her glasses while trying not to be too obvious.
\n      \u201cDamn girl, just give her a good stare!\u201d said Roach.
\n     \u201cI can\u2019t do that.\u201d
\n     \u201cToo much of a shy nerdy girl?\u201d
\n     \u201cDuh!\u201d
\n     Roach leaned on the bar and brought herself right up to Molly. \u201cYou were the singer for Bus Stop Hookers, the raunchiest band in the Bay Area. You\u2019ve screamed incredibly pornographic lyrics to giant crowds. And you\u2019re telling me you\u2019re shy?\u201d
\n     \u201cIt\u2019s different on stage. There it’s just\u2026 I dunno. When I\u2019m face-to-face with someone I get a little\u2026\u201d
\n     Molly scrunched her shoulders and bit her lip.
\n     \u201cOkay, yeah sure,\u201d said Roach. \u201cI guess I kinda get it.\u201d
\n     \u201cI\u2019m not a player like you. But then, I\u2019m not available.\u201d
\n     Roach bumped Molly with her elbow. \u201cSalmon top, salmon top! Take a look.\u201d
\n     Molly shifted around in her seat, trying to take quick and discreet glances at the woman with long, wavy brown hair and a salmon top that looked as if it had been bought at an expensive boutique.
\n     \u201cShe\u2019s cute,\u201d said Molly.
\n     \u201cCute?\u201d replied Roach with a wince. \u201cShe\u2019s a killer babe. How can you say she\u2019s just cute?\u201d
\n     \u201cMmm\u2026 If she had dyed black hair and a few fucked up tattoos on her forearms she\u2019d be a lot more appealing.\u201d
\n     \u201cDamn girl, they all gotta be sketchy punks for you to be attracted to \u2018em?\u201d
\n     \u201cPretty much, yeah!\u201d said Molly as she straightened her back. “You’ve met me, right?”
\n     Roach could not help a grin as she rolled her eyes.
\n     Roach elbowed Molly. \u201cSome girls are lookin\u2019 at you.\u201d
\n     \u201cWhere?\u201d
\n     \u201cOver by the door. They\u2019re totally checking you out!\u201d
\n     Molly picked up her drink. \u201cThey probably just recognize me.\u201d
\n     Roach sat back and eyed Molly. \u201cI know you singers don\u2019t gotta work for it like the rest of us.\u201d
\n     \u201cHey, who wouldn\u2019t want to give a drummer some love?\u201d
\n     \u201cA lotta people don\u2019t like women with guns like mine,\u201d said Roach as she flexed her sinewy arm.
\n     \u201cWhat the fuck are you talkin\u2019 about? Who wouldn\u2019t want a woman in good shape?\u201d
\n     \u201cYou\u2019d be surprised.”
\n     \u201cFuckin\u2019 a\u2019, Preston\u2019s goin\u2019 out with Miranda, and she looks like she could beat up the Terminator!\u201d
\n     \u201cPreston\u2019s just the exception that proves the rule. He\u2019s one a\u2019 those rare guys that likes dangerous women.\u201d
\n     \u201cI like dangerous women.\u201d
\n     \u201cYou ain\u2019t a guy.\u201d
\n     \u201cWell, I kinda think like a guy.\u201d
\n     \u201cTrue enough.\u201d
\n     A couple of leather and denim women with buzz-cut hair came up and talked to Molly about The Dynamite Chicks. Roach looked around as they talked, trying to decide if she wanted to find someone to flirt with, and possibly take home. She was undecided. She didn\u2019t feel it would be totally kosher since she had come there with Molly, but she also thought it would only be proper to honor Jemily\u2019s demise by getting some action on their last night.
\n     \u201cShe\u2019s my drummer!\u201d said Molly suddenly as she jammed a thumb towards Roach.
\n     \u201cReally?\u201d said one of the denim and leather women as if she were surprised.
\n     \u201cA lot of people don’t recognize me because I’m always in the back,\u201d said Roach.
\n     \u201cIt might also be because of all this muppet hair!\u201d smiled Molly as she flounced Roach\u2019s light brown curls.
\n     Roach playfully swatted away Molly\u2019s hands. Molly kept talking to the rock and roll pair. They eventually floated away and Roach and Molly resumed looking around the crowd, trying to take in the scene.
\n     \u201cOh crap. It\u2019s Gilby,\u201d said Molly.
\n     \u201cWho?\u201d
\n     Molly rolled her eyes towards the other end of the bar. Roach spotted a thin woman with a prominent nose and an explosion of chaotic and colorful braids
\n     \u201cHey, I think I know her,\u201d said Roach. \u201cWasn\u2019t she workin\u2019 the door at the Stork Club the other night?\u201d.
\n     \u201cYup. That\u2019s her.\u201d
\n     \u201cShe looks like your type.\u201d
\n     Molly rolled her eyes.
\n     \u201cWhat? You\u2019re not into her?\u201d asked Roach.
\n     \u201cShe\u2019s got a big ass crush on me.\u201d
\n     \u201cI thought most punks have a crush on you.\u201d
\n     \u201cYeah, but she\u2019s like, totes stalker potential.\u201d
\n     \u201cNot interested?\u201d
\n     \u201cFuck no. She put my friend Libby through hell and then some. I already gotta preview of what that psycho can do.\u201d
\n     Roach whipped her head around.\u201dHere she comes!\u201d
\n     Gilby walked up to them with hands in her pockets. Roach could tell she was trying to act casual.
\n     \u201cHey Molly,\u201d said Gilby in an overtly friendly voice, \u201cFancy meeting you here!\u201d
\n     \u201cYeah, tryin\u2019 to be fancy I am.\u201d
\n     \u201cWho\u2019s your friend?\u201d asked Gilby in a contrived voice that sounded suspicious.
\n     \u201cThis is Roach. She\u2019s my drummer.\u201d
\n     Roach nodded in Gilby’s direction, keeping in mind Molly\u2019s stalker potential warning.
\n     Gilby put a hand on Molly\u2019s arm. \u201cDid you see that show at The Bottom of the Hill?\u201d
\n     \u201cMmmm\u2026 you\u2019re gonna have to be more specific.\u201d
\n     \u201cShonnen Knife, just last week.\u201d Gilby moved her hand up Molly\u2019s arm, reaching the crook of her elbow. \u201cOh man, you shoulda been there!\u201d
\n     \u201cIf you were there,\u201d asked Roach, \u201chow didja not know if Molly was there?\u201d
\n     Gilby squinted at Roach as she took back her hand. She turned back to Molly. \u201cOtoboke Beaver is playing next month. You maybe wanna check them out?\u201d
\n     Roach leaned into Molly. \u201cWe already got tickets through our record label.\u201d Roach looked right at Molly. \u201cYou an\u2019 me are goin\u2019, right? Along with Gail?\u201d
\n     Molly gave Roach a pointed look. Roach sat back and sipped her colorful cocktail.
\n     Gilby squinted at Roach. \u201cYeah, I do know you. But you\u2019re only half a dyke!\u201d
\n     \u201cHalf a dyke? What?\u201d
\n     \u201cActually she\u2019s more like sixty three percent dyke,\u201d said Molly.
\n     \u201cWhat the fuck?\u201d she looked right at Roach. \u201cIs that true?\u201d
\n     \u201cIt actually depends on the time of day, what the weather\u2019s like, and what kind of mood I\u2019m in.\u201d
\n     \u201cWhat?\u201d
\n     \u201cLike yesterday I think I was only twenty eight percent dyke, but right now I\u2019m more like eighty eight percent.\u201d
\n     Gilby shook her head around, giving a sneer as she took a step back. \u201cYou guys are fuckin\u2019 crazy!\u201d
\n     \u201cThat\u2019s what my exes keep tellin\u2019 me!\u201d said Molly loudly as Gilby disappeared into the crowd.
\n     Molly leaned into Roach. \u201cThanks for scaring her off.\u201d
\n     \u201cPsh! She didn’t need much prompting.\u201d
\n     Roach looked up over the bar, looking at all of the old bottles and decorations. She had been in Jemily\u2019s now and then, but not often enough for it to have the same nostalgic hold as just about everyone else who was there. She cast her eyes around the crowd. Everyone was drinking, laughing, and talking, but even though most people in the crowd were acting like casual barflies, she could still see it in their eyes, their expressions, in the way they were standing\u2026 The feeling of the impending loss was hanging over everyone. The wake was casting a pall in the air.
\n     Looking around, she spotted a few obvious signs of the somber occasion. She saw a few people in the corner hugging, full-on bear hugs as if they were saying farewell, as if they would never see each other again. Some were talking with flush faces, and a few were wiping away tears.
\n      Roach looked over the old bottles and beer signs as she could easily imagine seeing them like old friends, like familiar faces, like a place that could have become as comfortable as her own living room.
\n     She thought about her own hangouts and how so many of them were gone. Memories of The Albatross and The Nightbreak came to mind. The I-Beam, the Casa Loma, The Berkeley Square, Ruthie\u2019s Inn, The Vis Club, and a few more long gone clubs and hangouts crossed her mind as the upper middle class tech crowd kept pushing just about everything that made the Bay Area what it once was away.
\n      Molly looked around the crowd as Roach spaced out on the bar\u2019s decorations. It was true enough that most of the people there were not from their circles: the crazy punks, the moody goths and the temperamental tortured artists that made up most of their friends, colleagues, and acquaintances. Molly kept an eye out for the members of her and Roach\u2019s tribe, looking for unnaturally colored hair, facial piercings, and excessive tattoos. There were only a few such women were floating plankton like among the packed crowd.
\n      Molly wondered about Roach\u2019s wandering eye for just about anyone in the place. Roach had no qualms about pursuing even women in pantsuits, the kind of woman Molly could never imagine dating. She could only imagine having careless flings with such women, and even then that idea was not appealing.
\n      Her eye fell on an older couple, a short woman with bobbed light brown hair with her very tall girlfriend with long silver curls. They were clutching their hands together and looking each other in the eye. They looked as if they were having a serious conversation.
\n      She wondered what they had gone through, being the elders in the crowd, how they were there years ago when being out was a lot riskier, when gay people were far less likely to engage in even light-hearted public displays of affection, when even just holding hands or quick kisses could get them harassed or even attacked.
\n      Not that she was a stranger to such harassment. Her and her partners had gotten more than a few heckles and insults hurled at them, but she knew it had to pale in comparison to what the older generation had to endure.
\n     She took a long look at the older couple, trying to read their expressions.
\n     Molly\u2019s train of thought was interrupted When a circle of people at the other end of the bar shouted out a group cheer as they held up their shot glasses.
\n     \u201cThere she is,\u201d said Roach as she leaned into Molly and narrowed her eyes.
\n     \u201cWhere?\u201d
\n     \u201cLong red hair.\u201d
\n     Molly squinted until she saw a tall and slim woman with straight red hair going all the way down to her waist. She had pale skin and a sallow face with bright, gray eyes. She was leaning on the bar and talking to a bartender.
\n      \u201cThey don\u2019t get any whiter!\u201d said Molly.
\n      \u201cThat ones a monster in bed.\u201d
\n     \u201cWhat? You already hit that?\u201d
\n     \u201cNu uh. Never seen her before.\u201d
\n     \u201cThen how can you tell?\u201d
\n     Roach turned to Molly and raised an eyebrow. \u201cIt\u2019s written all over her face.\u201d
\n     Molly raised an eyebrow back. \u201cYeah, I\u2019m not buyin\u2019 it.\u201d
\n     \u201cSuit yourself. I\u2019m not taken. I can still dream!\u201d
\n     Molly leaned on the bar. \u201cDoesn\u2019t it get to be a drag though? Havin\u2019 more than one partner? Goin\u2019 from person to person?\u201d
\n     \u201cHow y\u2019mean?\u201d
\n     Molly scrunched her shoulders. \u201cI done a lot a\u2019 runnin\u2019 around, back in my Bus Stop Hooker days. Y\u2019know, nailin\u2019 local scrungies an\u2019 groupies. And I got into all kinds of weird trouble. I\u2019m just\u2026 done with it. It sounds weird, especially comin\u2019 from me, but I just wanna have some stability, some reliability, something\u2026 Just not pinballing around all the time. That\u2019s the reason I wanted to settle down. That\u2019s why I just invested everything in Gail.\u201d Molly shook her head. \u201cI just can\u2019t imagine being with anyone else, ever again. I just want that.\u201d
\n     \u201cDidn\u2019t you guys have some sorta groupie orgy not too long ago, before you got married?\u201d
\n     Molly looked down at the bar, looking as if she were about to blush. \u201cWe did. And it was fuckin\u2019 weird. But we talked about it and decided it was our last hurrah for crazy rock and roll sex.\u201d
\n     \u201cDamn. The singer for Bus Stop Hookers goin\u2019 all picket fence.\u201d
\n     Molly sat back and looked around the bar with a raised eyebrow. \u201cDoesn\u2019t mean I can\u2019t look.\u201d
\n     \u201cDon\u2019t look too hard. You\u2019ll end up in an orgy again.\u201d
\n     \u201cYou get in an orgy. I\u2019ll just watch.\u201d
\n     \u201cLike you could just watch.\u201d
\n     Molly tried to suppress a grin as she looked down into her drink. Molly brought her head back up and looked around. \u201cThis is fucking bullshit. Another place going down the tubes.\u201d
\n     \u201cIt\u2019s happening at a disturbing rate.\u201d Roach leaned into Molly. \u201cYou\u2019ll miss this place more than me though, right?\u201d
\n     \u201cWell, I actually hung out in punk dives most of the time. But I did come around to this place often enough to miss it.\u201d Molly took a quick glance at the older couple, who were now entangled in an emotional embrace. \u201cFuck this shit. If I make enough money I\u2019m opening my own dyke bar.\u201d
\n     Roach sunk onto the bar top. \u201cSomeone probably will open another lezzy waterin\u2019 hole, eventually.\u201d
\n     \u201cHopefully. San Francisco needs at least one dyke bar.\u201d Molly looked around the bar once more and then leaned into Roach. \u201cDon\u2019t let me stop you if you wanna take someone home. I can always catch an uber.\u201d
\n     \u201cFuck that. I ain\u2019t gonna leave you in the lurch with alla these woman eaters. Besides, you\u2019re my date for tonight.\u201d
\n     \u201cYeah, don\u2019t tell that to Gail! She\u2019ll get all weird.\u201d
\n     \u201cPsh! Gail\u2019s already weird. She don\u2019t need my help.\u201d
\n     Molly put her arm around Roach. \u201cThanks for coming along.\u201d
\n     \u201cOf course. Us weirdos have to stick together.\u201d
\n     \u201cSeriously,\u201d said Molly as she cast a quick glance around the crowd. \u201cWe make most of these tofu eaters look like Mormon missionaries!\u201d<\/p>\n


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