It was on a whim that I wound up going into this nightclub on a Friday night. The place was a bit of a dive with a small dance floor, about five booths, and six barstools. That small dance floor was packed with a throng of black clad people moving in time with the music. I was intrigued. I'd heard industrial before, but not this good! I'd thought about going and asking the DJ, but the DJ booth was really crowded.
"What can I get you?" the female bartender asked.
"A Scotch on the rocks," I say. "Hey, what's the policy on buying drinks for the DJ?"
The bartender sighed. "It's accepted. But she gets hit on a lot that way."
"The DJ's a woman?" I asked. "Cool. I was just going to ask her about what she's playing. What's her drink of choice?"
"Midori sour," she said with a smile. "You've never been here before, have you?"
"Nope."
"Didn't think so. Scotch on the rocks and a Midori sour coming up."
I enjoyed my drink as I listened to the music. Whoever this DJ was, she was good! She flowed seemlessly between industrial, New Wave, 80's stuff, even metal. She was all over the place, and the crowd was eating it up. After another half hour, her set ended and she got off the decks. She wasn't what I expected when I saw her.
She had long black hair that was pulled into a ponytail, and she was wearing a black t shirt, pants and combat boots. She was average height, but I could tell that she had larger than normal breasts. And she wasn't showing off! Other female DJ's I've seen usually wear revealing clothes. This lady didn't. To my surprise, she came right up to me.
"Thanks for the drink," she said. "I'm Michelle"
"Andy," I replied as I shook her hand. "I wanted to ask about what you were playing, but you kind of had a crowd! So I bought you the drink instead."
"And it was appreciated. What are you having?"
"I had my one drink," I said. "I want to be okay to drive home."
"Then I'll get you a soda," she winks. "I owe you! Besides, we can talk about my set. Which songs did you like?"
I wound up sitting and talking with Michelle for over an hour. Before I knew it, last call was announced. "I should probably get going," I said. "It was nice meeting you."
"You too," Michelle said. She gave me a thoughtful look and looked over her shoulder. "Could you wait here for a moment?" She ran off, got her cut of the door from the promoter, and came back to me. "Which way are you going?"
"West on Sheldon."
"What a coincidence. So am I. Give me a ride home?" With as pleasant a conversation as we'd been having, and how drop dead gorgeous she was, how could I say no?
As luck would have it, her apartment really was on my way home. I pulled up in front of a modest apartment building with trees lining the front. I was about to say my goodbyes when Michelle surprised me again. "Wait right here. I'll be right back!" What did that mean? She couldn't have been planning on coming home with me!