New York, New York (for point_forgotten)

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“White Russian,” he replied as he sat down before angling his chair towards the stage a little.

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"Make it two," she said to the waitress who had paused at her elbow. The stage wasn't so much a stage as it was a small platform in one corner, just big enough to hold an upright piano and the guy sitting there.

He was currently singing "Witchcraft" with a few patrons singing along. Ariadne just grinned, relaxing in the laid-back atmosphere of the place. "So, how'd you like the MoMA?"

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He turned back to Ariadne, smiling. “It was really good, but I didn’t have as much fun as you did.”

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She ducked her head, a bit bashful. "We haven't been to the Met, yet. Just wait. It's possibly my favorite place in the whole city."