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Post by willow on Dec 4, 2008 16:00:42 GMT
That was extra convincing Jane *Smirks* Do tell won't you?
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Rafe Hitchens
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Post by Rafe Hitchens on Dec 8, 2008 21:46:11 GMT
*Slinks in, a guitar hung on one shoulder and his sack of necessities on the other shoulder*
*Sits himself at the bar and chats with the owner, taking several drinks on the house while the owner talks and cleans the dirty glasses*
Thanks very much, I'll do dat. Be just a few. After my bit I could go for a sandwich.
*Sets out a stool and gets out his guitar, strumming a few strings and finding them completely out of tune*
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Post by Lucretia Black on Dec 8, 2008 21:53:40 GMT
*looking idly around and playing with the pastie on the plate in front of her, she notices the guy with the guitar*
Strange, Aberforth has engaged a new musician?
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Post by Padma Patil on Dec 8, 2008 22:00:45 GMT
Padma made her way into the pub from the cold December night. A waft of icy air followed her in and she shivered slightly, pulling her black, faux-fur coat closer around her. At her neck was a hot pink pashmina, toning perfectly with the colour of her shiny nail varnish. She crossed to the bar and elegantly hoisted herself onto one of the high barstools. She crossed her long legs over each other, the tight, skinny jeans she was wearing accentuating the curves of her figure. Leaning on the bar, she smiled charmingly at the barman she ordered a firewhiskey then turned to watch the young man setting up with his guitar.
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Rafe Hitchens
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Post by Rafe Hitchens on Dec 8, 2008 22:00:47 GMT
*Deftly tunes his guitar and tries to speak as clearly as he can half drunk*
Now, dun't be disappointed. Song isn't 'bout a girl, no. All 'bout my old mates.
*Tiny smile emerges, then he falls back into his usual moodiness*
*Begins to play and sing, his accent overpoweringly British*
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour But Merlin knows I'm miserable now, eh *Slurs terribly* I swear I couldn't tell, I swear I dun't know Hardly could see for the lights
I wasn't so despicable, no No, I wassnit Merlin knows I'm miserable now
*Finishes the song on his guitar, not wanting to slur anymore*
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Post by Padma Patil on Dec 8, 2008 22:04:07 GMT
Padma applauded politely as the young man finished, smiling warmly at him. It was rare that magical pubs employed live musicians. It was a good change. She turned back to the bar and took her firewhiskey, asking the barman to put it on her tab. Interested in the musician, she turned back to face him, wondering whether he was suitable to be of any use to the WWN.
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Post by Lucretia Black on Dec 8, 2008 22:13:03 GMT
*smiles to herself about the young man clearly being drunk*
Hmm, it's a change from the band that was here on weekends. I wonder how he sings when he's sober. His voice is nice though .... sort of like a sugar coated saw.
*walks up to the bar to get another gillywater*
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Rafe Hitchens
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Post by Rafe Hitchens on Dec 8, 2008 22:15:46 GMT
*Carries his guitar with him to the bar, afraid someone will steal it*
Where's my sandwich, mate?
*Fairly sits on the woman, then redirects himself, looking frustrated that he's so impaired*
Sorry, miss! Did ya listen or were you daydreaming instead?
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Post by Lucretia Black on Dec 8, 2008 22:19:20 GMT
*saves her drink in the last moment from spilling over the guy's guitar*
"Hey, can't you pay attention? and yes, I was listening, your voice has something. The song...well..... "
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Rafe Hitchens
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Post by Rafe Hitchens on Dec 8, 2008 22:24:03 GMT
*Another smile appears as a huge bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich is placed in front of him, mouth watering*
Wha' about my song? Took two miserable days to write, it did.
*Takes a massive bite, chewing quickly*
I apologised fornit... *Takes another bite, looking very hungry*
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Post by Lucretia Black on Dec 8, 2008 22:28:09 GMT
*sees his face light up at the sight of the sandwich*
Wow, he's actually really goodlooking!
*answers teasingly*
"Probably you should have written a song after two happy days? This one was depressing."
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Rafe Hitchens
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Post by Rafe Hitchens on Dec 8, 2008 22:33:27 GMT
Dat how it is? Art 'as to be all happy with little birdies chirping in the background?
*Chews and chews, the sandwich disappearing in minutes*
I write about what I know.
*Pats his thin stomach and faces Lucretia*
You'll do, won't ya? Do you live in a 'appy place?
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Post by Lucretia Black on Dec 8, 2008 22:41:04 GMT
*totally staggered about how quickly a sandwich can vanish and grins*
"If you get another sandwich, can you write a song about chirping birds?"
*thinking about her place and the way it looks from outside*
"I guess I live in an okay place."
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Rafe Hitchens
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Got money? I'll do anythin' for you.
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Post by Rafe Hitchens on Dec 8, 2008 22:46:31 GMT
*Teeth appear once more, gesturing for the barman to come over*
I'll write anythin' you want if you get me another. Then I can know your name, all right?
*Strums a string of his guitar by accident, though the food is making him lose his buzz*
You know wha' I mean, not as literal as that. I used ta live in a crummy flat near here. It was brilliant on da inside.
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Post by Lucretia Black on Dec 8, 2008 22:53:28 GMT
*isn't really convinced that his notion of 'brilliant' is the same as hers. Nods to the barman that she's willing to pay for his food*
"and give him any non-alcoholic drink he wants, too!"
*turns back to the guy and winks at him*
"My name is Lucretia, and I would be flattered if you'd write a song for me!"
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