mogget_cat | New Orleans w/Jason

From the bar, the two of them step out into the humid, New Orleans night. The clouds cover the stars and moon, leaving it up to the streetlamps to cast light upon the people who are out and about this evening.

There's the scent of rain in the air. Rain, and the scents of people, cheap hot dogs, alcohol, and the underlying scent of the city, always there.

"It's not far. Just a few blocks over," Yrael says as she looks out at Bourbon St.

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Jason snickers. "Yeah, but you could probably just start playing random notes and it would come out beautifully."

He grins at the bartender and drops a ten on the bar top. "Thanks Jack."

There's a nervous sigh. "Not sure, Yri...I know plenty of modern rock, but even the softer stuff feels like it would be too much for this place."

"You know it," Yrael grins, exchanging money with Jack for her White Russian.

"I won't force you to perform, if you don't want to," she says as she sips her drink, amazingly without a note of if you're not up to it in her voice.

Jason rolls his eyes to her. "I'm not nervous...I just have no clue what this crowd will go for."

He's good at reading crowds...when he's dancing. He's not quite as in tune with reading their musical moods.

"What do you think? Honestly."

"In all honesty, I think you could get away with just about anything," she says, smirking. "Got a song that's cocky and unsubtle? You're good at that."

He makes a face and takes a swallow of his drink, wincing only slightly at the burn.

"Cocky and unsubtle? You know, I'm sure people said stuff like that about Elvis or Sinatra, and look how well they turned out."

Hmm....dead and...dead. "Career-wise."

He gives a distant laugh. "My dad loved Sinatra. He'd pop in the old records and swing Mom around the house, singing them to her. Man couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, but damn did he love singing with Frank."

She tilts her head, looking curious. "I don't... I can't recall if I've heard any Sinatra." Or Elvis, for that matter.

It's the problem with having a holey repertoire of Earth music.

His eyes widen. "Jesus, Yri! How can you call yourself a musician and have never heard of them? Especially playing here?"

He shakes his head, pounding the drink. "The Rat Pack? Come on, I don't even really listen to them and I still know who they are."

His exclamation is met with a blank look. "I've never heard of them? I'm not exactly a native."

"You should sing some Sinatra," she decides, nudging him in the shoulder. "Try and sell me on their music."

He laughs, calling to Jack for another drink.

"And you think I'd sell it?" He sighs, obviously considering it. "Dad was the one who knew them...I don't know if I know any all the way through..."

Though he doesn't seem impartial to the idea.

"I think you could make a valiant effort at selling it, at the very least," she smirks, sipping her drink as Jack come back around.

"She tryin' to get you up there on stage with her?" he shakes his head, good-naturedly. "Dangerous, that."

Jason laughs. "Don't I know it. I don't think half of you understand what she could really do if she tried."

He laughs at his little joke.

"Ok...I think I might have an idea of something. Do we...do we just go up there or...?

"Oh hush, you," Bianca says, affectionate, as Jack chuckles and says, "This way there's something to look forward to."

"We go over to that lady with the clipboard, and sign up, beforehand."

Look. Wolfy is nervous.

"I guess we'd better sign up then." His tone suggests the confidence he lacks.

He grins to Jack as he takes his fresh drink. "We'll be back for another round after we sign up."

She ruffles his hair, grinning as they get up. "You'll do fine. What are you planning on singing?"

He clears his throat and straightens his hair. "Um...well you want Frank, so...I think I remember 'The Summer Wind'."

"Sounds like something I'd like," she smiles. "I don't know what I'm going to do. I promised not to sing..."

Jason shakes his head. "Go ahead and sing; I know you'll want to."

He stares at the woman at the sign up and let's out a breath. "Ok, let's do this."

"Calm down, wolf," Bianca murmurs, slinking an arm around him. "I'll make up something instrumental, perhaps."

The lady with the clipboard smiles at them, offering them the list. They can see the mix of music that has already been signed up for.

He wraps an arm around her shoulders, hugging her.

"Just like that, on the fly." He's smiling despite his mocking tone. He really does love listening to Yrael.

He takes the list, brow raising. "You guys weren't kidding. I didn't think anyone would go for stuff like this. Almost makes me want to sing something a little harder."

"I improvise well," she grins, resting her hand on his side, just above his waist. "It's practically first nature. You sing whatever you feel like singing."

He shrugs. "Well, you wanted to experience Frank. Let's see if I can make you regret it."

He scribbles something on the sheet, then stares at the song indecisively.

"I'm not sure. I think I remember two songs that would work well...I'm not sure which one now..."

"Decide," she says, giving him a one-armed hug. "There'll be a line, soon."

Quick as a not'cat, Bianca has the pencil out of his hand and is writing her 'name' on the list. Along with two 'original compositions' for her songs.

He sighs and mutters, "I'm going to regret this..." and adds the second song under his name.

"There. At least I'll be able to redeem myself somewhat."

He wraps his arm around Bianca's waist. "I can't believe I'm doing this." He laughs.

"Think of it as broadening your horizons," she laughs. "If you feel self-conscious singing, feel free to dance. Then they won't care what you sound like."

Cheeky grin.

He snickers, giving her hip a little squeeze. "Why do you think I added that second song?" he teases.

He pulls at her as they walk. "Think anyone will sing something danceable? I wouldn't mind dancing with you again. Bianca."