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Post by Rhett Celedre on Dec 11, 2012 16:51:42 GMT -5
Rhett's fingers moved like the wind, his hand flying over the keys as he played a shockingly fast rock tune on his keytar. He had taken the gig here for the night to draw in some extra cash for whatever he might need it for, and the crowd seemed to enjoy it quite greatly. His keytar case had filled with tips, so he had to start using mugs provided by the bar owner, since the patrons were practically throwing money at him. It had been a few hours since he had seen the others. As he played, he wondered where they had gotten off to.
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Post by Ryuga Tatsugami on Dec 14, 2012 4:44:57 GMT -5
Ryuga sat in the back corner of the bar, obscured from sight and dead silent, listening to Rhett play whilst sipping a non-alcoholic drink. He honestly didn't like the sound of the instrument, but he wouldn't object to it, because he believed everybody needed a means of release, and it was a good way to procure funds for the travels. However, as he'd entered during the middle of the performance, and managed to walk up to the bar unnoticed, it was unlikely that Rhett even knew he was there.
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Post by Rhett Celedre on Dec 14, 2012 22:48:24 GMT -5
Rhett finished his performance rather climactically, and bowed deeply. The patrons threw money at him, and as he straightened, he noticed Ryuga by the bar. Knowing the man, the drink in his hand was probably non-alcoholic. He placed his keytar on the ground and set about the task of picking up all the stray money.
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