03-25-2020, 05:11 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-25-2020, 05:13 AM by Rowan Finnegan.)
Rowan rolled her eyes when the curtain parted to reveal a bunch of near-naked men. Of course, Aiden would push the ‘art direction’ to the bold and horny. Oh, they were fun to look at, to be sure, but it was such a cheap move. Still, it was almost fitting considering the venue. Not that her opinion had mattered. Aiden had made it abundantly clear that she was only to tour with them to act as a ‘spiritual counselor.’ It was a farce of a role. None of the crew, nor the performers, had any wish to partake in a voodoo ceremony to ease their fragile worries. Typical.
The One Power flooded her as she opened herself and wove a thread of Fire, lighting the cigar she held to her lips; it may have been excessive, but so was everything about this club. With a few puffs, the thing was going strong and she let go of the Power (if only to quiet the sudden intensification of Blarney Stoned’s music blaring over the speakers.)
The bartender brought over another whiskey sour and Rowan paid him with a generous tip. She stole a sip of the noxious concoction and scanned the room. Nox, one of Aiden’s friends, was sitting on the opposite side of the bar, clearly waiting for his drink. She slipped the bartender another generous tip and yelled to him over the music, “Hey! Serve that guy over there next!” Rowan gestured to Nox, “I’ll give you double that next time I order!”
With a vigorous nod, the bartender made a B-line towards Nox.
Rowan made her own way over to the dark-haired man, sliding up into the empty seat next to him. They had met once before when Rowan had finally caught up to her brother. Hopefully, Nox remembered her. If not, there was little loss; she would shake the embarrassment, play it off, and then move back to her original perch. Rowan took a healthy puff of her cigar before speaking to Nox.
“So. What do you think of all this?” Rowan made a grand, sweeping gesture towards the stage.
The One Power flooded her as she opened herself and wove a thread of Fire, lighting the cigar she held to her lips; it may have been excessive, but so was everything about this club. With a few puffs, the thing was going strong and she let go of the Power (if only to quiet the sudden intensification of Blarney Stoned’s music blaring over the speakers.)
The bartender brought over another whiskey sour and Rowan paid him with a generous tip. She stole a sip of the noxious concoction and scanned the room. Nox, one of Aiden’s friends, was sitting on the opposite side of the bar, clearly waiting for his drink. She slipped the bartender another generous tip and yelled to him over the music, “Hey! Serve that guy over there next!” Rowan gestured to Nox, “I’ll give you double that next time I order!”
With a vigorous nod, the bartender made a B-line towards Nox.
Rowan made her own way over to the dark-haired man, sliding up into the empty seat next to him. They had met once before when Rowan had finally caught up to her brother. Hopefully, Nox remembered her. If not, there was little loss; she would shake the embarrassment, play it off, and then move back to her original perch. Rowan took a healthy puff of her cigar before speaking to Nox.
“So. What do you think of all this?” Rowan made a grand, sweeping gesture towards the stage.