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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!]

Comments

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Cori wins the FIRST game. He scuttles through the side entrance, dressed all in white though his blazer is missing because really, he doesn't want to wear one.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Blue is a little distracted making sure all the lights work]

Cori? Is that you?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Look even his hair is a bit groomed.]

Hey. Just moving along to my station.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Okay!

[He finishes what he's doing and makes his way over]

Hi.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Getting the bar ready, making sure all the booze are arranged properly. Oh yeah, Cori's ready.]

Hi.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

You look nice.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Poke to his chest.]

So do you.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Yeah but I'm the owner, it's expected.

[He sits at the bar]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

If you're the owner you should be able to do whatever the fuck you want, dress however the fuck you want.

[Says Cori, wiping the counter down to his specifications.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Don't you mean fuck whoever the fuck I want?

[They're still alone, he's still got a mouth]

I still have to dress nice.

BAMF

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Look, a Son of Adam dressed far from anything Narnian. His collar's up, both of them, with good reason. Do silver-heeled boots count as dancing shoes?]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Licking his lips like a wolf licks his chops.]

That too. Well you look good.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Maybe I should go after Peter.

[Tease!]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Is he coming? Him and his brother?

[Cori asks, because now that he's on the job for Blue he might actually have to be nice to the customer.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Well they are invited.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Can I card?

[Cori asks excitedly, because he gets some sort of sick pleasure out of being ageist maybe.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Blue laughs]

Yes.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

But to whom do I refuse service?

[Since age is a lie in the City, Blue being an example.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Those people who are actually under fifteen.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Fifteen? How'd you come up with that one?

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Shrug]

That just seems sensible.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Point at Blue.]

Because you're sixteen?

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

What if I was really sixteen?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I'd get a kick supplying you with alcohol. On the down low. Throwing a finger at the law.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Oh, the finger at the law, really?