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|  | Callisto « Thread Started on Mar 8, 2007, 10:40pm » | |
Callisto, one of the moons of Jupiter, is a cold and inhospitable place. It plays home to a race made up completely of males known as the 'Blue Crow.'
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|  | The Blue Crow Bar « Reply #1 on Feb 5, 2008, 1:12pm » | |
Like normal the Rester House, a bar located in the sector "The Blue Crow", was packed with rather unattractive males, casting beady eyes at the other patrons over the scotch and rum glasses. It was always disconcerted Grencia - those eyes on him when he was on the stage. He was more feminine and attractive than most of the patrons at the bar, but after a few found out that his saxophone case could also be used as a blunt weapon they had backed off, he was too much trouble.
Like always as well, Gren looked to the barstool on the end where he had met (and taken home) the only women - who could truly be called women - that had ever set foot into the Rester House. As it had been since he had met Faye, the stool remained empty. ”Everclear, straight.” He told the bartender, moving forward to lean on the bar, saxophone case moving to lean against the bar on his right. The bartender poured him a shot of the clear liquid and Gren shot it back, wincing as the eighty proof alcohol slid down his throat. He slammed the empty shot glass back onto the bar before picking up his sax case and moving towards the stage.
His patented wool and brown trench-like jacket was hung up behind the make-shift stage area, next his sax case was lovingly opened and assembled, then the case was put away and Gren began his warm-ups. He wouldn’t really start playing until layer, now was just practice, as it was only just after sunset. The Everclear quickly rushed his senses, making him far warmer than the inside of the Rester House really was. Tonight was going to be a long night, but if it was a blue moon maybe some pretty thing would come in and sit at the end of the bar, watch him play, then let him take them home.
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