Playing the Field: Served!
By J.M. Snyder
It’s a little after nine o’clock Friday evening and the seaside bar known the Oasis is just beginning to rock. A restaurant with outside seating, the Oasis sits on a pier off Wildwood’s boardwalk, overlooking the . Tonight twenty-five year old Colby Johnson sits on a hard stool at one end of the bar, nursing a cold draft and watching the moonlight flicker off the waves in the distance. Halogen lights hold back the night like a blanket suspended above the bar’s patio, but beyond the short steps that lead down to the shore, the ocean mutters, dark and restless. Despite the crowd that’s begun to trickle into the O, Colby stares out past the lights and feels the tension in his shoulders drain away.
He just stopped in for a drink after his shift—he w
