She sat down on the piano, opening her legs to him. It was as if the heavens gates were opening. There was no underwear in sight under the folds of her dress.
"Play it again Sam," she begged him.
His musical tool was already hard in his pants. They would make the most beautiful music tonight.
A men with ten dexterous fingers and a lot of creativity. A man who knows when to play soft and when to play hard. What's not to love?
Honestly, let's open this up to just the goings on in a bar. It's a quaint little place, neither an upscale tavern nor roadhouse, but something in between. Sadie's Place is for people who just love a nice bar. There's no TVs, no jukebox. Just a stage. A nine piece drum kit sits center stage and a pair of old Marshall amps are on either side. The only thing older than the Marshall's is a really ancient upright piano. But it has been loved and cared for and it's still perfectly in tune.
From Sadie herself to Petey the bar-back our cast is a eclectic group, private and devoted.
Come on in to Sadie's Place. The beer is cold, the pretzels are free and the music is pretty groovy. But. If your still around at closing time, you might have the night of your life, cuz Sadie is quite a gal.
One of my favorite fan theories is that this is a gay bar and that they’ve all realized that he has no clue to that fact and may have all made side bets on how long it takes him to figure that out. Joel has heard this already confirmed this as not true, but likes the twist, apparently!
Of I were to write that story, I would make it the bartender as he already appears to be the closest the clueless dope of a musician