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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

When; Saturday, September 13th, 8pm
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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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[The first thought that comes to Cori's mind is... aw hell he says it because the nightmare has nothing to worry about. No shame.]

I didn't know we had real dykes around here.

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

[Zach would spit out his drink if he was drinking anything. ]

So NOT what I meant but uh....I wouldn't be surprised?

[And that's the truth because well, Zach's pretty sure he's seen a few blatant examples around anyway.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Oh. My mistake.

[Cori grins, obviously not apologetic at all.]

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

[Zach rolls his eyes, ever so obviously.]

Sureeeeeee.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Aw Zach. Nightmare likes you (a blessing and a curse).]

They left a couple minutes ago. Looked hurried.

[There Zach, a bone. Don't ask how Cori even knew, he just did.]

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

[Zach is tempted to ask how he knows since Zach's been watching the door or TRYING .... but again, crowded, and well, a couple drinks...not much affecting but some effect is enough to make him shrug it off with a frown.]

Right, right.

[Hey Zach's inclined to being liked over hated at least. He thinks.]

Still glad I came to check this out.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[The Corinthian never forgets, and he's extremely observant, perhaps obsessively so.]

You got Sambuca out of it.

[The nightmare points at him. There, now you have the name of the flaming alcohol too.]

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

[For which he is extremely grateful. Bragging will be easier. Or it will for like the five point two seconds Claire takes before sitting on him or the two point five seconds Mohinder takes before lecturing him, neither of which he minds in the least, and the sort of silly and laid back smile on his face will say as much.]

That, I did. Did I ask you who you are yet? If I didn't....who're you anyway? Never talked to you before.

[All attention back on Cori now, curiosity evident.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

{Ahahaha, the nightmare's favorite part about introductions. He leans forward, one arm on the bartop.]

The Corinthian.

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

[Zach: deadpan, blank face, however you want to call it.]

"The" Corinthian. Like "The" Doctor?

[He's not sure this guy'll get the reference but he figures he can try.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[He gets the reference, and Zach may or may not know the reference is a lot closer to reality than he thinks. Except there are only two Corinthians.]

I'm better looking.

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

Beauty's in the eye of the beholder.

[Zach is feeling quip....ish tonight...for some reason.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Tell that to someone with eyes.

[Shades dip. See the teeth. Cori can quip too.]

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

Figurative!

[The retort is half defensive, half amused and then his eyes widen slightly at the....well dipping of said shades.]

But....okay well saying 'I see what you mean' is going to do me no good either so I'll just say: alright.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He has eyelids though, and the Corinthian takes that moment to wink at Zach. See they function. Yes Cori's just being Cori. And he pushes his shades back up.]

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

[Zach is back to a deadpan look. Thank you, very much Cori.]

Do I owe you anything, "The" Corinthian? And if I do, how much?

[He's checking his phone and there are like fifty text messages, some from Claire.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Without the Sambuca, the cost of Zach's second drink is hardly damaging to the wallet.]

Even. And Corinthian will do.

[Oh hell a text fiend. Cori barely understands the point in that kind of communication.]

[filmzbyzach.livejournal.com]

[Zach nods then, slipping off the stool and turning to briefly incline his head at Blue too...]

Thanks again then, Corinthian. Nice meeting you.

[Or something, is what he thinks, shedding his jacket because it's hot and slinging it over his shoulder as he bows out, slight wave of the hand.]