Blue lit night

[jiyuna_togabito]

Who; Aion (jiyuna_togabito) and you~!
What; Enjoying the music and coming to see Jill perform. Anyone to join him for a nice evening~
Where; Blue Light in Overground
When; August 25, evening
Rating; PG-13
Log;


A quiet Thursday evening. It seemed as though his mind was everywhere these days. Perhaps a relaxing night was in order. An easy task and what better way to spend such an evening but by scouting out a place with good music. He recalled Jill performing this night too. A good way to start a conversation with anyone who'd care to join him and the perfect ice breaker to pry. A small hole in the wall type place. He was certain he was bound to meet someone interesting.

Dressed in his usual white attire, he sat in a private booth with a drink before him as he stared off towards the stage.

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[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

As Aion enters the Blue Light and finds his seat, Jill is of course at her spot at the piano in the middle of a set and in the middle of this song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bpz7hAzB3lA). During the song, the tender brings over a refill of the bloody mary she'd been drinking and takes the old glass away. After a sip, she starts in on this song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCeAaBVcTow). And she follows it up with the last song of her set, a little familiar piece for the patrons of the club, this song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pA-RwQhRN7g). People did always seem to like the familiar, and afterward she gets a nice applause.

She stands, finishing her drink and moves to the bar to get a refill. Tonight she's wearing a nice black halter-top dress that sinks kind of low in the back. Lucy had once told her she had a nice back and it had unfortunately gone straight to her head, seeing as she didn't often get compliments from people. Of course since she had never met Aion, she wasn't sure if he was even here. So she just waited for her drink and turned her back to the bar to lean against it and look over the patrons of The Blue Light for the evening.

[jiyuna_togabito]

Each piece unique in its own way, despite not knowing any of the ones she had played tonight, Aion enjoyed himself to the very end. Seeing her walk over to the bar, he swiftly stood with his drink in hand and decided to approach her. A slight raise of his glass to her, he smiled and spoke in his charming tone.

"Bravo. Your performance was magnificent, Jill Leighton."

[ooc; Omg, I'm terribly sorry for the delay! OTL]

[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

Jill offered a small smile and a nervous nod at the approaching stranger. She was always awkward and nervous at first, it was just the rule of thumb with her. It was when he spoke and she heard his voice that she had an idea of who he was. Her smile softened just a bit and she offered a small hand to him in greeting.

"Aion?"



ooc: It's okay! *hugs*

[jiyuna_togabito]

He took her hand and gently brought it to his lips as his greet before releasing it. "We finally meet. I've come as I spoke I would." He softly chuckled as he placed his near empty glass on the bar counter.

"You have quite the talent."

[ooc: Thank you =TTWTT= <333 /huggles]

[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

Well, that was a first, being greeted with a kiss to her knuckles. It was right out of a storybook. But this was reality which kind of left Jill speechless for a few seconds before she finally forced herself out of her thoughts and back into the present to speak again.

"Oh, thank you. I'm glad you could make it. Did it turn out to be your kind of music?"

[jiyuna_togabito]

"Frankly, more than I had expected." he lightly laughed. "Though none of them sound familiar, which makes me wonder. What era are the pieces from?"

He waved the bartender over to refill his drink before glancing her way again. It wouldn't be the first, considering which he was from.

[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

"They're all from the nineteen thirties. That was really the best era for jazz piano. All the good stuff was written then, sometimes with the accompaniment of a bass, trumpet and drums. How Deep is the Ocean and Sophisticated Lady were both written in 1932, by Irving Berlin and Duke Ellington respectively. Over the Rainbow, usually referred to as Somewhere Over the Rainbow by the masses was a dual project. The lyrics were presented to MGM studios by one... something Harburg for The Wizard of Oz movie that was in the works. I can't remember his first name, but the music was later put to it by Harold Arlen with a little help from Judy Garland herself... which is interesting because she was a woman who had little say in her career because of her age and gender at the time." Of course Jill could talk the hind leg off a mule when it came to music. It was the only area in her life that could without a doubt, at all times, make her ramble to the point of almost saying too much.

She of course realizes she's talking so much and blushes profusely, clearing her throat and more than glad when the bar tender places her bloody mary drink on the bar top for her. She gulps down a big drink of it and then offers Aion a small, apologetic smile. "Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed it somewhat. I love playing. It always calms me down... makes things as right as they can be."

[jiyuna_togabito]

1930s. Hm, not that off. But certainly could this gal talk. Passionate and enthralled in what she does. It was good considering how short of a life span they had. At least she has a drive unlike the rest though all foolish nonetheless. When she finally blushed to take that breather, he forced a smile to keep in good spirit.

"Calm hmm... Are things often not as right as you say?" Aion encouraged for her to continue as he took a sip of his own drink.

[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

Jill wasn't normally so talkative. But when it came to music, she found she couldn't stop. It was her passion. Music has saved her life, really. And it was really the only way to get past the initially awkward to break the ice with her. So obviously Aion did that well.

When he smiled, she offered a small smile in return. "Oh well... I'm just kind of a mess on the inside. You know... not right. But when I'm around a piano everything's okay. Which is weird, I know..."

[jiyuna_togabito]

Mess on the inside? Not right? That certainly piked his interest. On what scale was she speaking in terms of? Simply psychological stress that all humans seem to go through or something else?

"..What sort of mess?" he softly prodded more to clarify his thoughts. His eyes focused on hers, giving her his undivided attention. Something women seem to always desire and fall for.

[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

Jill instinctively lowered her gaze when he stared into her eyes. It was telling of the kind of person she was, the kind of person to always back down or shy away, but she couldn't help it. It was just who she was, or who she had become over time with the hand life had dealt her.

"Uhm... the emotional... psychological kind of mess. You know, not normal." She considered that a brief moment with a quick sip of her drink. "Although here 'normal' seems to be on a whole other scale."

[jiyuna_togabito]

His gaze fell with hers as he observed her odd behavior. Not normal. Humans always bothering with what's normal and not. Emotionally investing in something as that was simply a waste of time and effort. His expression slowly shifted to that of a stern look. He debated whether to even bother opening his mouth for this one but why not? He was making connections now, wasn't he?

"What does it matter, what's normal and isn't? It's a single opinion of another and nothing more." he calmly stated with a small sigh. "Aren't all creatures meant to do what comes natural to them?" The corner of his lips curled to that. That's right. Don't feel... act.

[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

For a moment she considered that. He was right, of course. But Jill was a walking contradiction of fragility and strength. Fragile in so many ways and yet there was no way she would still be alive if there hadn't been some kind of inner strength to pull her through the tumultuous life she had had. But she had also been told often enough how messed up she was and with that kind of consistent repetition, was prone to believing it.

She looked back up to Aion as she sipped at her drink again and offered him a small smile along with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "What's your opinion? Do I seem normal to you? You seem normal to me." Of course her ideas of normality and the alternative were somewhat skewed. And as an afterthought she adds something else. "I like your hair."

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy is there watching Jill because she usually is. She's also protective of Jill so when she sees Aion watching her best friend, she refills her drink and wanders over.

"May I have a seat?"

[jiyuna_togabito]

His eyes were focused on the performer but it didn't mean he was oblivious to those around. Ah, the second piece starting, Aion noticed the woman from the corner of his eye, approaching him closer and closer until he heard those words. Slowly shifting his attention to the stranger, he gave a coy smile and gestured to the empty seat beside him.

"By all means." He softly encouraged.

[ooc; Gah~ this is exciting. I'm terribly sorry for the delay! Let me know if what I have is all right! If not, I could fix it! <33 Thank you for joining me!]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy slides into the chair next to him. Her attention, for the most part is on Jill.

"I'm Lucy," Introductions are good. It makes the over protective friend thing go better. Or at least she hopes it does.

[ooc: Of course! Thanks for letting me play with him! It is totally alright.]

[jiyuna_togabito]

"Good evening." Aion carefully answered as he too kept watch of Jill. There were only so many reasons why a young lady such as her would approach a complete stranger as himself. A lonesome bachlorette whom desperately sought comfort or... someone who was on a mission. Often some sort of information. He was used to being caught in such situations. However, he couldn't be certain which just yet. So he played along.

"Enjoying the performance?" he casually threw the question at her in attempt to have a peek of her motive.

[ooc: Much much love~ =TTWTT=<333 Thank you so much!]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

It's more of the latter but perhaps not the way he's thinking.

"Yeah. Jill's my room mate. Almost like a sister."

That's all her motive really. She's just being protective. "Are you? Enjoying the performance I mean."

[jiyuna_togabito]

Roommate and almost like a sister. Ah, there it was again. The humanly instinct to act. Whether it was to welcome or keep at bay, he'd find out soon.

"More than I had expected. The music is very similar to those of my era." he softly chuckled with a smile. White suited pants, vest and coat with a gray-ish cravat? Gave away that he wasn't from the modern world.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy does give him another once over when he mentions that but she smiles. It's not a bad look, just not a common one. She looks back to Jill with a smile and then nods.

"She'd like that compliment. So do you know her? Jilly, I mean or just stopped in to have a drink and became a fan?"

[jiyuna_togabito]

And the next big question. He could almost laugh to how predictable this was becoming. Though he had nothing to hide, at least at the moment.

"Ah, we spoke over the network about jazz and classic and its uncommon fondness to the general public. She mentioned of her performance here and so I came." he casually explained with a chuckle in between. Now it was his turn.

"And yourself? Are you both from the same world?"

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

"It's that upscale, smooth kind of music that's good for sitting and listening to as opposed to dancing." She takes a sip of her drink and nods.

"Yeah. I've known Jill since we were five. She's kind of like a sister."

[jiyuna_togabito]

"Upscale, huh. It's the only kind I'm used to hearing, to be frank." Roaring twenties only offered so much.

"Oh? So you've known her for quite sometime then." swiftly avoiding to mention his assumption of her age, unless they were one of them. "A strong bond... How did you meet her?"

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy grins at him. "This sort of your generation musically?"

She nods at his question. "Yeah. Most of my life. We met in kindergarten the first day of school. Nobody was talking to her, so I did."

[jiyuna_togabito]

He smiled right back. "That's right."

"And why is that? There must have been a reason for the others not to. Why did you?" he curiously prodded.