Trip to Dundalk – Salty Adventures
Chapter 3: The Support Acts
The night was only getting started. As WhizzAir stepped off stage for a quick break, the first support act set up their gear. The lights dimmed to a dusky purple, and a hush fell across McKeown’s Bar.
“Give it up for Tofu Sundays!” the MC shouted.
A petite woman with a shaved undercut and glittery eyeliner grabbed the mic. Her voice was smooth as silk, wrapping the crowd in waves of dreamy synth-pop. Her girlfriend, a tall blonde with a shaved side fringe and tattoos down both arms, stood proudly in the front row, swaying to the beat with her eyes locked on Tofu Sundays.
Salty nudged Finji. “Check out her missus. She’s amazing,” he said, nodding at the blonde, who wore ripped jeans, a mesh top, and black Doc Martens. Her energy lit up the crowd as she danced, hands in the air, completely in love with the woman on stage.
But beside her was another woman who caught Finji’s eye immediately – curvy, brunette, and wearing a tiny tight red dress that clung to her surgically enhanced curves.
“Jaysus,” Finji whispered under his breath, “she’s had some work done.”
Salty chuckled. “Yeah, but she’s pulling it off. She’s like… anime in real life.”
Tofu Sundays belted out her final track, a dark and moody synthwave piece that sent shivers down their spines. As she stepped down, she kissed her girlfriend deeply, the crowd cheering them on with whoops and wolf whistles.
“Love is love,” Sarah whispered, resting her head on Salty’s shoulder.
Salty raised his pint. “To Dundalk, mad nights, and beautiful women. May the road never end.”
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