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tampered2008-09-13 05:18 pm
playstheblues.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2008-09-13 05:18 pm
Log; public
When; Saturday, September 13th, 8pm
Rating; We'll see~
Characters; Boy Blue![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
playstheblues and anyone who wants to come!
Summary; The Blue Light opens for music, drinks, and hanging out, of course!
Log;
Blue was on the little stage near the bar playing some swing standards and enjoying the atmosphere. Finally he had a club that was his; something that he had never had before imagined, but that he was enjoying. A place he could play, a place that wasn't stuffy with the aucoustics of a cathedral, a place where he wasn't too young, white, or hayseed.
After yesterday's curse it was nice to have an opening. He hoped it would go well.
[ooc: Blurb and images can be seen here!]
Rating; We'll see~
Characters; Boy Blue
playstheblues and anyone who wants to come!Summary; The Blue Light opens for music, drinks, and hanging out, of course!
Log;
Blue was on the little stage near the bar playing some swing standards and enjoying the atmosphere. Finally he had a club that was his; something that he had never had before imagined, but that he was enjoying. A place he could play, a place that wasn't stuffy with the aucoustics of a cathedral, a place where he wasn't too young, white, or hayseed.
After yesterday's curse it was nice to have an opening. He hoped it would go well.
[ooc: Blurb and images can be seen here!]
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[Cori points to the blondie teenager over yonder. He looks like he could be Romeo at age 12, yes?]
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Speak no falsehoods, pale friend. Unless he is the last child of a wealthy dead lord? Fortune's generosity spent on one head? A fae's jest?
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[Cori shrugs once.]
You can ask him, it's true.
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[He lights a cigarette and puffs from the stick while the smoke lifts from his eyes. But the nightmare doesn't flip his shades down just yet, he doesn't think the Prince of Cats can handle it.]
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[Tybalt watches and takes another puff of his cigarette.]
Perhaps t'was my own health I should have drank to forthright.
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[Says the Corinthian oh so casually. It's a big stinkin' lie.]
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[Tybalt would wager so.]
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Just a little.