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When: Monday Evening
Rating PG-13 at most?
Characters Inara Serra, Rupert Giles
Summary Giles and Inara meet up at the Blue Light to listen to and perhaps sing some Jazz.



Inara hasn't a clue how to dress down. She's not even certain what sort of club this is, so she's dressed to the nines. Her dark hair is up, a few curls tumbling down around her neck. Her makeup is immaculate, as anyone who knows Inara would expect. She walks into the club and orders a Cosmopolitan from the bartender. It's not difficult to procure a seat close to the door so that she will be able to watch for Rupert when arrives. Her stomach flutters the slightest bit, nervous as this is her first outing of any sort in the City. She's not nervous about meeting Rupert though. She's a fair judge of character and has judged his to be very good.

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"Not a great deal of music has survived in your world?" Giles immediately asked, brow furrowing as he moved to adjust his glasses. "That's rather strange, I'd always considered it a rather universal... thing, but clearly I'm mistaken. Why is it that music hasn't survived to this extent, do you think?"

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"Dǎrǎo yixià?" Inara asked, her face set in an expression of confusion. It disappeared a moment later to be replaced with a gently smile. "No, I mispoke. Music has survived and is being created every day in my world. But this type of music, Jazz, there isn't a great deal of it that has survived. I've heard a few pieces played by people but on the whole we tend toward more pop and classical I'm afraid. It is a pity. This is lovely."