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He was out of his element.[break][break]

Although being an onlooker to performances and the like hadn’t been out of the ordinary for him, the venue itself proved to be a long shot away from his norm. In a way, the layout and locale was…classier. Calmer. Whereas he thrived beneath the mantle of chaos and nightlife, he found himself surrounded by nothing more than the gentle lull of atmospheric nature as he, alongside a number of others, had taken a seat among one of the several tables strewn throughout the establishment.[break][break]

He lifted his glass as the velveteen cushions supported him, leaning further back within their embrace as the touch of alcohol singed its way down his throat before long.[break][break]

His gaze drifted from glass to stage before long, idling upon the performer claiming it.[break]
His finger tapped gently, absentmindedly, against the outer form of his drink as her song of choice seemed to be drawing to a close.[break][break]

”Freelancer, huh…?” he mused softly to himself. He briefly eyed those attending the performance with him before his focus inevitably drifted back onto the performer, herself— though subtly so, for the sake of remaining inconspicuous.[break][break]

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what do you do when you're free and unsure? [break]
you sing. [break][break]

it's so stupidly simple. the spotlight is dim and the crowd is quiet. surrounding her is the sound of glasses clicking, whether from mannerisms, celebration or more liquid courage being poured. the people who come to somewhere calmer are those looking for one of two things; a quiet corner to drown their sorrows, or a fancy place to leisure and relax. thankfully, she'll find more of the latter; this sort of establishment doesn't take kindly to aggressive drunkards. thankfully. [break][break]

so the woman with blue-tinted platinum locks can sing freely, strumming on her acoustic guitar a song not heard on any radio or in any video. most patrons don't mind, and some are nice enough to sit back and quiet down so they can enjoy the plucking of the strings and the whistling in her music. [break][break]

the song comes to a close, as they all do, and she wears a smile for the handful of people who listen to the songstress on a stage too small. "thank you for listening~." she hums into the microphone, giving the strings another strum to match the tune of her voice. as per schedule, she gently puts the guitar back into its case before hopping off the barstool set up for the performance. [break][break]

then she makes a beeline towards the bar counter, smiling to the bartender as they pull out a glass of cold water. she so casually leans her upper body against the counter, with knees on the seat of the new stool and legs crossed over the other. [break][break]

the air is filled with the smell of wine, and her ears catch the crunch of pretzels. [break][break]

tonight was going to be peaceful.

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With performance came praise, and with praise, the transition into idleness.[break][break]

Faint, though. Fleeting. Alongside the woman’s departure from the stage came some claps and glimpses of acknowledgement, but by the look of it, there hadn’t been enough to warrant anything special. He gave those around him a subtle glimpse from his periphery as they embarked upon whatever things they sought out for, whether it be following the singer as she took her leave, or turning their attention back to their own devices in the newfound quiet.[break][break]

Far be it to say the talent hadn’t been present, of course. The locale simply seemed to be the irresponsive type, if not lacking in quality and quantity, alike.[break][break]

For a small time, he turned his own gaze back towards the glass within his hand as the songstress made her way to the barside. Knitting his brows with an absentminded pensiveness, he pressed his lips thinly as he swirled the drink he’d ordered around. Once. Twice.[break][break]

A third in thought before he breathed a sigh and came to a seeming decision.[break][break]

His head knocked back for just a moment or two as he held the glass to his lips, drinking down the remnants within it before getting up and making a gradual number of steps towards the barside, himself. With hands tucked within the embrace of his pockets, he closed his eyes for a couple of seconds as he passed through the clearing, his chest lifting as another breath entered them before subsequently deflating as a second sigh—quieter and subtle—escaped his being.[break][break]

He reached hand hand out towards one of the stools, peering towards the singer that had taken her seat all the while.[break][break]

”Ya mind if I sit ‘ere?” he asked, nodding towards the stool in question.[break][break]

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tonight was going to be peaceful. [break][break]

.. was hoenn ever peaceful?[break][break]

that's what the alcohol was for; the liquid courage to press on. though the stage was small and the audience was shabby, it was just the right amount of attention she'd need. it was the right amount of attention she would ever need. the patrons who bar hop from town to town know this by now. the bartenders who have to entertain her occasional small talks and water breaks would know this by now. [break][break]

such is mundane. [break][break]

then something breaks the silence - a man, towering over her even as her knees are digging into the seat of the stool. the bar singer, dressed in white, has to pause and process that she was the one being spoken to when bright, green eyes raise their gaze. there's a prolonged moment of silence as her eyes trace up the figure, until any more will strain her neck. [break][break]

she's had her fair share of encounters - specifically those where they tower over her - but wasn't this a bit too ridiculous? were he any taller, she'd need to properly stand on the stool to see his face (she exaggerates, as she always does, but she'll also insist that there's no lie in her words). it's only after another moment of silence, after his question, does it finally register. [break][break]

"oh! sure, sorry~" she smiles, nonetheless - warm and starry-eyed. she'll use this chance to properly adjust in her seat. now, she rests her elbows against the counter top with her chin resting against the palm of her hand. for a moment, she hesitates to say anything - it's her aversion to silence that pushes her to part her lips. [break][break]

"are you enjoying your night?" she chuckles, with her practiced smile. practiced, but genuine smile.

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Just like everyone else, she seemed intent on balking at him on first notice.[break]
Unlike everyone else, he hadn’t quite minded.[break][break]

Not as much as he often would when the stares pointed his way proved to linger far longer than he felt was necessary. Sure enough, it came with the stature he’d had no choice in inheriting, but nevertheless, there had always been the occasional person to not only not let it go, but make it their entire personality throughout the time they were in contact with him.[break][break]

He chalked it up to gracious fate that she hadn’t been apart of those masses.[break][break]

So, with the faintest of smirks—bemused and crooked, tugged further towards the side opposing her, rather than facing her—he pulled the seat out and settled himself in with nothing short of ease. A quiet breath left his lips as he lifted a hand towards the bartender, quickly placing a drink order for himself before resting both of his forearms against the varnish beneath them.[break][break]

Outwardly, it may have looked like he’d had little interest in conversing at first glance.[break]
It was anything but, asides.[break][break]

His hands clasped together as he awaited his order, all while he seemed all too focused on the twine of his fingers. A silence enveloped him as he kept to himself for the meantime, wondering about his next course of action; his next means of forwarding conversation. In any other situation, it would’ve been nothing short of easy for him. Talk was just as simple as it was cheap, and it was a decent enough of a time figuring out how to keep one going.[break][break]

…And yet, that was the norm.[break][break]

That was the norm, and the situation at hand was anything but— although regardless of his qualms and difficulties, the sound of her voice seemed to chide him from his inhibitions as it met his ears. Instinctively, he turned his head towards her as she began to ask her part. The question lingered for a moment as he processed it.[break][break]

He hummed, taking it, as simple as it was, to genuine thought and heart.[break][break]

”Could say that, yeah,” he mused on at first, his tone a coin toss between indifference and uncertainty, all the same. His thumb tapped against the cradle of his hands’ embrace, his gaze drifting back to watch it as he mulled a bit longer. ”Long work day. Figured drinks ‘n a show were a good way t’ unwind.”[break][break]

Another bout of thoughtful silence, however brief it may have been.[break][break]

”...Beautiful singin’, by the way. Real nice.”[break][break]

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was he one for small talk?[break][break]

it.. didn't seem like it. his body language told her otherwise. usually, when someone wanted to speak with her, they'd turn towards her, give her eye contact, or generally look more open. thankfully for him (and for her, mostly), she was accustomed to this. it came with the job description, and came with the years and years of.. transferrable skills through her years of "work". she knows how to be patient when waiting for a response. [break][break]

still, it seemed like there was a lot weighing on his mind - and who can blame him? everyone's thoughts weighed heavy when they came to drown themselves in alcohol; some more than others. he sounds tired. he sounds exasperated, maybe a little stressed. something too cheery or energetic might bit a little bit too much right now. and so the bar singer leans back, slightly, into her seat with a soft hum. [break][break]

her own drink comes by not long after, and she gives the server a quick nod of thanks before taking a sip of the water. the cold, plain liquid soothes her throat, and gives her enough time to think on her words. one swing and satisfied sigh later, she lights up with a subdued warmth. [break][break]

"thank you!" she chimes, bright and sweet. she doesn't mind the bouts of silence between his words - her thoughts and her words can be the filler if it gets uncomfortable. "i'm glad my music could help you unwind~" she chimes, bright green eyes turning back to gaze up at her new evening chat. [break][break]

"i wrote the song myself, so i was a little nervous performing it~"

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POSTED ON Apr 12, 2024 18:42:08 GMT

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Before he even knew it, his lips curled.[break][break]

Not quite into the familiar grimace he was known to bear, nor into an otherwise judgmental sort of look. Rather than anything of the norm, their corners found themselves tugging upward at the note of her enthusiasm (legitimacy of it all irrelevant and damned, really), his brows furrowing in tandem as he eyed her. The words met his ears as clear as day, leaving him mulling over the response provided to him as she spoke the words.[break][break]

Infectious. Uncharacteristically so.[break]
Even when he realized it, however, he made no intent to correct himself.[break][break]

So, a small chuckle and a, ”Yer own song, eh?” had been his own means of reply at first. His thumb tapped against the hand it cradled as both of them remained entangled with one another, but before long, they separated in favor of lending him an idle hand to lean on as he propped an elbow against the countertop.[break][break]

An openness; one that, yet again, he hadn’t quite noticed, himself, as he turned a bit more towards her.[break][break]

”Guess it makes sense. …Ain’t really somethin’ I’ve heard ‘fore,” he mused on, raising a brow at her. ”New song? Recently written? Or somethin’ ye’ve been holdin’ onto fer a while?”[break][break]

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Lumiose City, Kalos

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