I SAY MAN- UNCLE!

Although the lighting permeating throughout the club can only be a bit dimming and overly slightly dark, the ever telling ‘goings on’ amidst the shadows were starkly visible, should one care to gaze longer.
Whilst dancing with Puteri, the first time he booked her, Papa couldn’t help noticing a group of patrons bunching up near one of the unusually long sofa like seating arrangements, flanking to the left of the dance floor. They were discernibly joyful though much inebriated. A certain individual from the obviously much joyous assemblage seemed to rake in a bit more interest from papa as compared the rest. He did steal a few fleeting glances at the fellow but veered away from directly staring as that would constitute a big no-no in dangdut club protocols if not any club for that matter. It could attract uncalled for situations- may lead to fist fights if not worst. Papa was more than aware of the conventions, being the seasoned player he was.
The said patron that caught his eyes numerous times was a septuagenarian among the thirty to mid forties entourage. He could be seventy plus if not
nearing eighty years of age.
Doing a sort of peculiar like geriartric shuffle- one or two minute movements to the front, to the back and to the sides regardless of any musical genres playing, be it in slow or fast configurations, he appeared quite oblivious to all that was happening around him. Somehow a couldn’t care less disposition emanated from his countenance. He did appear to be a bit light headed considering the more than few tipples he had from the sinister looking bottles cluttering the group’s table.
The GROs they hired were very relaxed and seemingly not at all inhibited intermingling amongst them, despite the group’s, at times, near boisterous antics. Must have been their ‘regulars’. The old chap, mostly than most did not appear to have any problems requesting the girls accompany him dance, albeit almost all adopting the infamous nonchalant ‘stare emptily in front’ deportment whilst ‘shuffling with him. They had no other choice but to emulate his uniquely ‘much subdued footworks’.
I SAY MAN UNCLE! ARE YOU ENJOY? I ALSO ENJOY LAH! FOR SURE WE ALL ENJOY ONE! COME HERE TO ENJOY- WHAT! IT’S A FREE COUNTRY ISNT IT? TO EACH HIS OWN LAH UNCLE YA! LIVE AND LET LIVE UNCLE! TOMMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY! SAMPAI PAGI!