h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*entering the tablao, now transformed into Kristina, the flamenco dancer*

*sliding in behind the bar, pouring herself a glass of red Rioja*

*sitting down at one of the tables, enjoying the show going on*

1.15 am CET, time to go to bed!

*big yawn*

*drifting off*

*once again transforming into KRISTINA, the flamenco dancer*

*knowing very well it's 1.30 am Tuesday morning, and that she's got to go to work later today, but not quite ready for the bed yet*

*gets up on stage*

Music, please!

*starts dancing - vigourusly!

*expressive, intense, black look in her eyes, flashing at you*

*whirling around, CRESCENDO, impressive finish*

*ignoring spectators, if there are any*

*panting, sweating*

*swirling out*

Excellent stuff applauds the man at the table stage right. The one with the six and a half empty bottles of rough red wine...

Hi Løøny! Glad you could make it...

Want something to drink?
*noticing the bottles*

..or to eat - we've got some freshly made Paella...

*joins Løøny at the table*

No *decides she's just not got the patience to sit down tonight, enters the stage*

Music, maestro, por favore!

*starts dancing, an expressive, vigouros, dramatic dance with a stern look on her face, a black fire burning in her eyes*

*approaching Løøny's table*

Care to dance with me, caballero ?

"Maybe nother night," slurs the man slouched in his chair. Hic

*pulls him up and drops him down beside the percussionist*

You can do the hand clapping part! Just stick to the beat!

*starts dancing again*

*Titania, other half of that inscrutable person*

Come on, Løøny, join in!

*starts clapping hands, in rhythm with the dance*

...sorry, Løøny, got to go to bed, 2 am now, got to go to work later today..

*Kristina and Titania merging into one person, drifting off*

clap, clap, clappity clap, clap, clap clappity, clap, we all fall down

*coming back, just in time to catch the falling down Løøny*

Come on, I think I'd better put you to bed in one of the Tablao's guest rooms....

*..dragging him through one of the alcoves on both sides of the rectangular room, putting him to bed, tucking him in*

G'night, Løøny!

*drifting off into private quarters*

Snore

*tip toing in on way to work, not wanting to wake up Løøny yet*

*leaves message on bar counter:*
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Since this place is focused on Flamenco evenings, we haven't got much of a breakfast to offer.
There's just plain, ordinary black coffee, milk, sugar.
That's it.
Unless you want the left overs from yesterday's paella..
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*floating off, leaving Kristina behind in the private quarters*

*Kristina would NEVER get up at 8 am in the morning!*

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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*floating in transforming into 'Kristina the flamenco dancer'*

Hi Jaleo!
Jaleo: Woof! *wagging his tail, glad to see Kristina*

*filling up Jaleo's water and food bowl*

There's left overs from yesterday's paella, would you like that?
Jaleo: Woof *loves paella, even cold from yesterday*

Here you go!
*starts making an inventory of the wine cellar*

Kind'o quite in here, isn't it?

*turns on the CD-player, flamenco, of course*

*knowing very well what's going to happen in a couple of minutes, but what the hey, no customers around..*