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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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."

"Oh, I bet someone will. People like songs they can participate in, and the singers want to win people's favor, tonight," she says, her arm curving across the small of his back to his far side.

"Jack!" Bianca calls, laughing, as they return to the bar. "Could we get something to sweeten the voice and something to deaden the ears? Jason's threatening to sing."

Edited Date: 2009-04-28 02:55 am (UTC)

Jason smirks as he leans on the bar, goosing Bianca quickly as he does.

"Make sure it's got some kick, too: I'm trying my hand at Frank."

Jack laughs, nodding as he starts on the drinks, then laughs more as Bianca jumps and swats Jason's hand.

"I'll give you a kick if you're not careful, you dog," she warns, but there's a grin hiding in her eyes.

Jason wears his grin right out in the open.

"Can't help it, kitten: you're pretty hot tonight."

He waggles his eyes at Jack. "What do you think, Jack? Isn't she the hottest little pussy in the place?"

He's expecting the slap.

How about the sharp jab to the side?

Just hard enough to make a werewolf think twice. It'd lay a handful of bruises on a human, but she's not aiming to hurt Jason. Despite the disapproval on her face, there's amusement there too.

"Mind your language when there're ladies present, you smart-mouthed son of a bitch," she laughs.

Jack thinks better of remarking, simply setting the drinks down on the bar in front of them.

He grunts audibly and rubs his side, wincing and otherwise playing it up.

"Ow. Yes ma'am. I won't remark on how hot you are anymore." He flashes his trademark grin and snuggles in close behind her. "So since you're a lady, you want to come home with me tonight?"

Bianca, picking up her drink, is unfazed by charm. This is Jason. "Luck isn't a lady, I'll have you know, despite what she tells everyone. I, on the other hand, am."

"Currently."

Only she and Jason know how true that is.

Jason chuckles warmly in her ear. "All the more reason to take advantage of that fact."

He takes his drink, still smiling. "Unless you'd rather throw me to the wolves." He eyes the women in the crowd, shaking his head. "Would you do that to me? They look hungry..."

"They're always like that," she says, sipping her drink, "when there's a moon over Bourbon Street."

On the other side of the bar, Jack grins to himself... then winces. "You've gone and got that song stuck in my head, Bianca."

There's an unrepentant grin for Jack.

"I don't know, Jason," she says, smirking. "You might like the wolves. I hear they're pretty good in bed, if you can catch one's eye."

He glances upward. "Is there a moon tonight? That's asking for trouble isn't it? That's when the crazies come out."

His next remark is delivered to both Bianca and Jack. "They're always good in bed: the trouble comes with the after-effects."

"Lunatics, all of 'em," Bianca says, leaning comfortably on Jason. "Probably carry diseases. Makes you a wolf like them."

The girl with the clipboard is across the room, trying to get people's attention.

"And that's what you'd leave me with. Typical."

Jason looks over and curses silently, downing his drink.

"Gonna need another one of these, Jack."

He'll love the attention from the crowd...provided it's good attention.

"Like goes with like, dear," she says, giving him a cheeky peck on the cheek before turning to listen to clipboard girl. Jack grins a sympathetic grin and refills Jason's glass.

From what clipboard girl has to say, people will go in random order, their names pulled out of a hat to make things more fair.