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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.
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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Date: 2009-04-16 05:48 pm (UTC)From:He did find an old fedora, though, and he was stoked about that.
"Walking never killed anyone." He's in good spirits, reaching out to goose Yrael as they saunter up the street.
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Date: 2009-04-16 05:52 pm (UTC)From:It's a nice fedora.
"Usually it's something that happens while one is walking, rather than the walking itself," she says, grinning.
People pass them, heading to clubs and bars or home, as the case may be. It's not nearly as busy as Mardi Gras, but it's still just before full dark on an evening in the French Quarter. There are always people.
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Date: 2009-04-16 05:56 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-04-16 06:07 pm (UTC)From:She's in her white dress, tonight. The one made of some fine material unknown to textile makers, that, to judge by its thinness, should not be so opaque.
But it is. She's mean like that.
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Date: 2009-04-16 06:09 pm (UTC)From:"Yeah you are." He eyes the dress as it moves. "You hiding the zipper in that one, too?" he teases.
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Date: 2009-04-16 06:22 pm (UTC)From:Innocence, what?
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Date: 2009-04-16 06:25 pm (UTC)From:"I'm sure that will all change." He gives a sweeping bow, ushering her in.
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Date: 2009-04-16 06:33 pm (UTC)From:"Oh, it's a competition," she says, glancing at the chalk-board announcement before grinning at him. "You might have a chance, then. The patrons vote for their favorite performance." Stage presence, likability and personality are just as important as the performance of the actual song, this way.
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Date: 2009-04-16 06:55 pm (UTC)From:Well, practically.
He scans the crowd happily. "A few drinks before we jump in?"
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Date: 2009-04-16 07:11 pm (UTC)From:"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'?
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Date: 2009-04-16 07:14 pm (UTC)From:Jason walks over at the exchange and molds himself behind Bianca, grinning madly.
"Jason. You're Jack? Good to meet you."
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Date: 2009-04-16 07:21 pm (UTC)From:"You already know why we're here, of course," Bianca smiles. "A White Russian for me."
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Date: 2009-04-16 07:23 pm (UTC)From:He nods to Jack. "Bourbon neat."
He turns to lean his back against the bar, watching the other patrons. "Shit, I haven't done anything like this in a long time. I don't even know if I remember any jazz."
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Date: 2009-04-16 07:34 pm (UTC)From:"I hadn't really decided on what to perform," Yrael says, waking the seat next to Jason. "I guess I'll have to come up with something eventually. Before I go up there, at least."
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Date: 2009-04-16 07:37 pm (UTC)From: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."
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Date: 2009-04-17 07:48 pm (UTC)From:"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.
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Date: 2009-04-17 07:50 pm (UTC)From: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."
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Date: 2009-04-17 07:55 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-04-17 08:02 pm (UTC)From:"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."
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Date: 2009-04-17 08:04 pm (UTC)From:It's the problem with having a holey repertoire of Earth music.
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Date: 2009-04-17 08:07 pm (UTC)From: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."
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Date: 2009-04-17 08:18 pm (UTC)From:"You should sing some Sinatra," she decides, nudging him in the shoulder. "Try and sell me on their music."
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Date: 2009-04-17 08:21 pm (UTC)From:"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.
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Date: 2009-04-17 08:30 pm (UTC)From:"She tryin' to get you up there on stage with her?" he shakes his head, good-naturedly. "Dangerous, that."
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Date: 2009-04-17 08:52 pm (UTC)From: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...?