Knight
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Post by Knight on Jun 23, 2015 3:32:25 GMT -5
A smile danced its way across Knight's lips as he switched tunes, playing something that sounded fantastically Irish to him. And given that he was Welsh, he was pretty good at telling what was Irish, and what wasn't. "She's wrong Finn, not everyone can dance. I certainly can't, that is why I am the piano player." As per usual, drunk Knight managed to get even more into the music than sober Knight, adding unnecessary flourishes where they weren't needed, and generally having a ball of a time. The music would have looked an absolute mess, but it sounded upbeat and perfect for a jig, and that was what had been requested.
He took a look over his shoulder at the two dancing, and shoot him if it wasn't the sweetest thing he'd seen in a very long time. The war hero and the singer- he refused to think of her otherwise- dancing together, slowly, drunkenly, in a bar that had been abandoned for the night. A poet could make a mint off of just the one scene, but he would have spent too long describing the music. He turned back, and lost himself in it again, drifting back to rowdy Irish pubs, back before jazz.
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jun 23, 2015 3:49:59 GMT -5
It wasn't until after Ana already HD ahold of Fin, and placed his hands on her hips that he knew what had happened. He heard Knights words, and he laughed, "Well... it's not so much as nor being able to, as not enjoying it..." Fin looked back at Ana as the music filled the air, and he smiled a genuine smile, one of the rare ones that only his sister ever received anymore. "You're a slick one, Ana... had me out her before I knew it." As they moved, he pulled her a little closer, and leaned next to her ear, "Thank you... honestly." The words were soft, less than a whisper, so no one would hear him, even though it was just the three.
Fin was growing tired of always keeping up the solid demeanor, the attitude of indifference towards someone's misfortunes. To have this moment, just to enjoy being with a few good people, and to dance with a girl as beautiful as Ana, it helped Fin. It made him remember that in this world there were still good things in the dirt. There were still things to make someone smile. So he and Ana danced, while Knight played his song.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 25, 2015 13:09:37 GMT -5
"Wrong? Why Knight you know me well enough to know that I am never wrong! Anyone can dance. Not everyone can dance well, but everyone can dance. Especially when you have been drinking." She said smiling. Damn even drunk Knight played the piano like a champ, she lost more of her grace when drinking but she did okay and hey she didn't even have to lead too much being Fin picked it up pretty quick. "What can I say, I might not look it but I'm pretty clever." She said spinning them both around some before Fin lean in close and whispered thank you and she smiled softly. "Don't even mention it, my honor really."
Really it was because at the end of the day Finn did something totally amazing for this country and she was just some singer. So if she could do something to brighten up his day then she would do it. At the end of the song she cursty some before looking over at knight and gasping. "Oh okay so idea! Knight you go pretend to be me and sing and stuff and I'll be you and I'll play the piano!"
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Knight
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Post by Knight on Jun 25, 2015 20:20:59 GMT -5
Knight sort of lost track of things as he played, the world of the bar and the two dancers dissolving around him until he was seeing the music, as well as playing and hearing it. A wayward thought drifted across his mind that perhaps something else had been added to one of his drinks, but he could see no reason why Fin would have drugged him. So instead he let himself be taken up by the music, and instrument in and of himself. Without realising it, he started singing something he'd heard a while back.
Gather 'round ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while,
and harken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle.
Let's all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone,
and lift our voices in another Irish drinkin' song.
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jun 26, 2015 1:08:59 GMT -5
As Ana stopped dancing, and her attention was turned towards Knight, Fin stepped back and took her hand. With a light kiss on her fingers, Finley winked, and stepped away, "Twas pleasant, Love, thank you." As Fin stepped away and drank from his cup, he almost spit from laughter as he saw the look on Knights face. The man looked absolutely lost without his piano.
While Ana played, and Knight stood awkwardly, Fin swallowed, and stood near the bar. His eyes flicked around the room, as if to assure himself they were the only ones there. Looking back at Knight, he saw the man was still searching, and Fin sighed. A steadying breath, and Fin removed his cap, and exhaled.
"Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm I've ever done
Alas, it was to none but me..."
Fin fell quiet after the first verse, looking at the ground, desperately hoping they hadn't heard him.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 27, 2015 13:32:29 GMT -5
"Anytime hun, just say the word and I'll dance with you whenever you want." He kissed the back of her hand some and she laughed some. "Such a perfect gentleman." She said with a soft smile before sighing. Was it bad that he reminded her so much of her brother, she wonder what he would have to say about this? He would probably like Fin alot they were sort of cut from the same cloth. And he would have liked Knight simply for the fact that she liked Knight. She gave the man sitting at the Piano a playful shove, and took a seat herself. "I didn't say you had to do what I do!" She teased before looking at Fin and getting an idea.
Just because she was Russian doesn't mean she doesn't know some irish songs. Okay well she really only knows this one, which is kind of sad considering she mostly worked in Irish places all her life.
But since it fell into my lot
That I should rise and you should not...
I'll gently rise and softly call
Goodnight and joy be with you all...
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Knight
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Post by Knight on Jun 28, 2015 1:19:49 GMT -5
This was, in Knight's professional opinion, cruelty of the utmost degree. He wasn't the singer, not supposed to have to control which song was sung. It was his domain to move to the whims of the singer, to try and keep them in line when they got too ambitious or strayed too far from the tune. Knight didn't have the faintest clue what to do when shoved into the centre stage, and the disorientation lasted long enough for Finley to pick a melody.
He stood silently, listening to Finley's quiet voice sing out the words to a song that he knew, but could not immediately place his finger on. As soon as the old soldier's voice faltered, and he let the first verse die, Ana picked it up. Of course, like the singer in her could ever have let it go. And not a moment too late, Knight remembered his part and took over for the final verse. Running through the words in his mind, he was struck by the mirroring of it to their conversation just minutes ago. Truly, Finley had really thought through his philosophy and found music to accompany it.
A man may drink and not be drunk
A man may fight and not be slain
A man may court a pretty girl
And perhaps be welcomed back again
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