She nudges his shoulder with hers. "Fine, I won't sing. There's a piano. I can play something instrumental."

"Drinks sound good. We can scope out the competition," Yrael says as she turns to steer them towards the bar. "Hey, Jack," she greets the nearest bartender, who turns at the sound of her voice.

"Heyyyy! Bianca! Long time no see!" Jack's voice is thick with a Nawlin's drawl, his face friendly as they approach. "Where you been, girl?"

Yrael shrugs, grinning wryly. "Here and there. Things got a bit hectic after Mardi Gras; you understand."

He nods, then gives a smile to Jason. "Who's your frien'?