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[Open Log] Blues night @ The Lux

Mar 10, 2010 20:35

Who: OPEN! Will add as entered: (Grace raptureblues)
Where: The Limbo Room (Downstairs at The Lux)
When: Wednesday Evening
Summary: Typical night at the Lux...open for any casual interaction?
Rating: PG?

( Kick back, pull up a mug of stew )

bioshock: grace holloway

Comments 2

errant_angel March 11 2010, 02:10:43 UTC

There was no sound of the door opening or closing to indicate someone had entered the Lux. But someone, namely a man in a trademark trench coat named Castiel, was standing by the bar. A second ago he wasn’t there, but with the blink of an eye he simply was, as if he had been standing there all the while.

The man with the black hair tilted his head slightly, curiously staring at the performance going on. He had no experiences to compare the playing or the music to, but he decided that he liked it just the same.

His blue eyes stayed on the piano, unblinking, and if it weren’t for the occasional tip of his chin in consideration, he could very easily make a lucrative career for himself as a mannequin if he ever wanted to quit that whole angel thing.

XD Not a stalker, I swear! lolli_angel March 13 2010, 05:06:11 UTC

When distant strains of blues wafted across welcoming winds, Lollipop immediately glided towards their source, and her grin only brightened as she recognized Grace's lovely voice. She was careful not to bang the door upon entry and to fold her wings into a less cumbersome arrangement. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she walked further inside and let her gaze travel the room. The small size of Grace's audience gave Lolli pause, and she immediately resolved to make up for an initial lack in number with enthusiasm.

If only she could find a guitar....

The feeling in the melody began to mellow Lollipop's mood, and she silently bobbed her head as she passed Castiel, giving him a contented smile. Though it was technically unnecessary, she helped herself to a small bowl of stew, as she hadn't visited the church in several days. As unobtrusively as possible, the young angelic sat down with a good view of the keys, and began to eat, watching Grace's fingers dance this way and that. She really needed to take Grace up on her offer of ( ... )