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for Fred - pretty as a picture
Jul. 28th, 2014 08:59 pmLindsey'd never planned on making a living with music, and if you asked him, he still wasn't. But until the Darrow Bar Association decided he'd passed their damn exam and had earned the right to practice law in the city, playing at one bar or another paid the bills and passed the time.
Lindsey wasn't the type to get attached, even to the point of having favorite places to play, but to the extent he did, Semele's was somewhere high on the list, mostly for the enforced neutrality and the mix of patrons, supernatural and otherwise. The crowd seemed to like him well enough too, which didn't hurt. And while it was more likely someone here would look twice at the ink spiraling up both arms, they also wouldn't start anything over it, so leaving the sleeves of his button-down rolled up to his elbows was nothing except maybe a litmus test to satisfy his curiosity.
It wasn't Caritas, but sometimes it felt kinda the same - and without Angel and friends popping up to interrupt Lindsey's singing or drinking any time they felt like it.
After his set, he stowed his guitar and found himself a seat at the bar. He nodded a "thanks, man," for the bourbon that found its way in front of him and ran a hand through his hair. It was getting long enough he ought to think about cutting it, especially if he was going to be in a courtroom again soon, but he couldn't really bring himself to care. He kinda liked it long.
Lindsey wasn't the type to get attached, even to the point of having favorite places to play, but to the extent he did, Semele's was somewhere high on the list, mostly for the enforced neutrality and the mix of patrons, supernatural and otherwise. The crowd seemed to like him well enough too, which didn't hurt. And while it was more likely someone here would look twice at the ink spiraling up both arms, they also wouldn't start anything over it, so leaving the sleeves of his button-down rolled up to his elbows was nothing except maybe a litmus test to satisfy his curiosity.
It wasn't Caritas, but sometimes it felt kinda the same - and without Angel and friends popping up to interrupt Lindsey's singing or drinking any time they felt like it.
After his set, he stowed his guitar and found himself a seat at the bar. He nodded a "thanks, man," for the bourbon that found its way in front of him and ran a hand through his hair. It was getting long enough he ought to think about cutting it, especially if he was going to be in a courtroom again soon, but he couldn't really bring himself to care. He kinda liked it long.
[for Hook] get with the times
May. 7th, 2014 12:18 amLindsey had spent yet another day at the library, nominally studying for the bar, but mostly trying to find some sort of sign, however small, of the Senior Partners' influence in Darrow, or barring that, something he could use to make a way out and back to his dimension. The only part he'd been successful at was the legal studies.
He'd been in Darrow going on two months, and still wasn't any closer to getting out or uncovering the Senior Partners' plans for him. He had plans, damn it, and he damn well wanted to get back to 'em.
But since it didn't look like that was going to happen tonight, what he wanted was a drink. Several would be good. He could've just gone down to whatever bar matched his mood, but no. He didn't feel much like drinking alone tonight, which was strange enough on its own. And it wasn't a night for a random hook-up. Somehow he'd wound up with something close to a friend in this place, which was why he was hauling his ass down to Ocean View in search of a drinking buddy.
He knocked on the door, barely waiting for it to open before saying, "It'd be a helluva lot easier meetin' up for drinks if you used your damn phone, Jones."
He'd been in Darrow going on two months, and still wasn't any closer to getting out or uncovering the Senior Partners' plans for him. He had plans, damn it, and he damn well wanted to get back to 'em.
But since it didn't look like that was going to happen tonight, what he wanted was a drink. Several would be good. He could've just gone down to whatever bar matched his mood, but no. He didn't feel much like drinking alone tonight, which was strange enough on its own. And it wasn't a night for a random hook-up. Somehow he'd wound up with something close to a friend in this place, which was why he was hauling his ass down to Ocean View in search of a drinking buddy.
He knocked on the door, barely waiting for it to open before saying, "It'd be a helluva lot easier meetin' up for drinks if you used your damn phone, Jones."
Lindsey had only sung here the once, at one of their regular open mic nights, but he must've made an impression. 'Cause not only had the bar manager gotten his name, when the guy supposed to open tonight called out sick, it was Lindsey's phone that rang.
And since he didn't exactly have plans for the night other than the research he wasn't telling anybody about, Lindsey'd decided what the hell, and grabbed his guitar. Music might not pay the kinds of bills he wanted to have, but a few bucks for doing something he loved while he couldn't do the job he'd trained for... he wasn't gonna complain about that.
It wasn't a full set or anything, just a few songs to get the crowd warmed up - and for the house band to get a few drinks in 'em before they took the stage. The song he started with wasn't one of his own, was too sappy to his mind, but it usually went over well, and tonight was no exception. It let him build the energy in the bar slowly, too, and by the time he left the stage and headed to the bar, they were ready for the band.
And Lindsey, was ready for a drink.
And since he didn't exactly have plans for the night other than the research he wasn't telling anybody about, Lindsey'd decided what the hell, and grabbed his guitar. Music might not pay the kinds of bills he wanted to have, but a few bucks for doing something he loved while he couldn't do the job he'd trained for... he wasn't gonna complain about that.
It wasn't a full set or anything, just a few songs to get the crowd warmed up - and for the house band to get a few drinks in 'em before they took the stage. The song he started with wasn't one of his own, was too sappy to his mind, but it usually went over well, and tonight was no exception. It let him build the energy in the bar slowly, too, and by the time he left the stage and headed to the bar, they were ready for the band.
And Lindsey, was ready for a drink.
