Post by GAWAIN on Apr 28, 2020 4:01:07 GMT
It all began when he pressed the button and nothing happened. He had stared at the machine bemusedly for a good while, tilting his head in confusion before pressing it again.
Once again, nothing. Brows now furrowed, the man reached into his pocket before producing a gil coin, sliding it inside before pressing the button once again.
And still, nothing.
The man stared at the machine blankly. He stood inside what looked to be an old, 70s style diner, what was once probably colorful and dynamic looking mom & pop's run place now old, the colours washed out- but still kept clean and relatively alive by a small but faithful pool of regulars.
This man was among them; a long time regular, having first discovered the diner during his first leave from the front lines near the beginning of the conflict with Wutai.
He currently stood in front of an extremely old lookin's jukebox. Normally, one coin and a button press was all it took to get it rolling, throwing at him the hottest tracks from about 30 years ago.
Not today, however.
The sound of two coins hitting the counter took his attention away from the jukebox, his green eyes shifting back to the old man standing behind the counter instead.
"Sorry, son, it seems like ol' Barbra's ain't keen on singin' tonight." He said, chuckling at the sudden look of disappointment on the man's face before sliding the coins his way, though the younger man didn't move to take 'em.
"I'll see if I can't fix her befor' yer next visit." GAWAIN simply sighed, reaching for the counter before dropping a considerable amount of coins upon it, sliding them all back to the old man with an apologetic smile.
"No need, John. It's my fault she's as banged up as she is anyway." Not like any of the other regulars ever used her. Unfortunate that she was broken now... He usually listened to her play a few discs for an hour or two, reading through newspapers or the occasional book he had borrowed from Shin-Ra's vast library before walking back to his apartment.
Not tonight, however.
"Guess I'll just... be heading home. Good night, John. Say hi to Jenny for me." He said, smiling over his shoulder while raising a single hand in the air in farewell before making his way for the door.
"Hn. Wait, son." Called out the man behind the counter, leaning over it. "Here." He said, sliding a small card over the counter once again.
The blonde man blinked, stepping back to reach for it, before turning it in his grasp to get a good look of both sides.
"Sunset Tavern...? A jazz club?" He commented, looking back at the man, who smiled.
"Yeah; ol' friend o' mine's the owner. Thought it wouldn't do for you to just go home, son. You barely get out of that office o' yours as it is. Yer always listenin' to Ol' Barbra Ol' discs. 'Bout time you learned some new tracks." Chuckled the old man, before leaning over the counter. "Ya better keep comin' ere, though! Ol' Barbra would miss you if you stayed away."
GAWAIN blinked at the old man for a moment, before glancing back at the card. After a moment, he chuckled, pocketing it inside his suit.
"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try something new every time in a while." He conceded as he once again turned to make his way to the door. "I'll be seeing you... as soon as I have time. Later."
"Later, son."
He didn't live anywhere near the place; his apartment complex was somewhere in Sector 5's top plate, in the residential area. This 'jazz club' was located at Sector 8; which he supposed made sense, it being an entertainment district of sorts.
Needless to say, it wasn't a place he often frequented. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had set foot on it on anything other than official business. So when he finally stepped out of the train cart, and took a good look around, he had to admit: He was slightly dazzled and charmed by all the pretty, flashing neon lights.
There was a somewhat cheerful spring to his step as he followed the directions on the card, his everpresent smile a bit more lively as he moved through the different streets and alleyways of sector 8, careless as only those with strength would be while moving through what could be dark, dangerous corners.
Eventually, however, his lack of familiarity with the sector became apparent. He had gone a gotten himself lost. He wasn't sure if he had made a wrong turn while distracted by the scenery or simply been misled by one of the few people whom he asked for directions...
But he was most definitely lost. His brows furrowed slightly, looking around. It had been hard to request assistance before, when he was in the more public spaces- now, in these slightly less... safe pockets of the sector, what with him visibly dressed in both expensive suits and pieces of plate armor, people were either evading him like the plague or looking at him like he was made of sugar.
"Ugh." He groaned under his breath, looking around helplessly. He was way out of his element here. He just wanted to get to the damn Jazz Club!
Cleo Holloway
Once again, nothing. Brows now furrowed, the man reached into his pocket before producing a gil coin, sliding it inside before pressing the button once again.
And still, nothing.
The man stared at the machine blankly. He stood inside what looked to be an old, 70s style diner, what was once probably colorful and dynamic looking mom & pop's run place now old, the colours washed out- but still kept clean and relatively alive by a small but faithful pool of regulars.
This man was among them; a long time regular, having first discovered the diner during his first leave from the front lines near the beginning of the conflict with Wutai.
He currently stood in front of an extremely old lookin's jukebox. Normally, one coin and a button press was all it took to get it rolling, throwing at him the hottest tracks from about 30 years ago.
Not today, however.
The sound of two coins hitting the counter took his attention away from the jukebox, his green eyes shifting back to the old man standing behind the counter instead.
"Sorry, son, it seems like ol' Barbra's ain't keen on singin' tonight." He said, chuckling at the sudden look of disappointment on the man's face before sliding the coins his way, though the younger man didn't move to take 'em.
"I'll see if I can't fix her befor' yer next visit." GAWAIN simply sighed, reaching for the counter before dropping a considerable amount of coins upon it, sliding them all back to the old man with an apologetic smile.
"No need, John. It's my fault she's as banged up as she is anyway." Not like any of the other regulars ever used her. Unfortunate that she was broken now... He usually listened to her play a few discs for an hour or two, reading through newspapers or the occasional book he had borrowed from Shin-Ra's vast library before walking back to his apartment.
Not tonight, however.
"Guess I'll just... be heading home. Good night, John. Say hi to Jenny for me." He said, smiling over his shoulder while raising a single hand in the air in farewell before making his way for the door.
"Hn. Wait, son." Called out the man behind the counter, leaning over it. "Here." He said, sliding a small card over the counter once again.
The blonde man blinked, stepping back to reach for it, before turning it in his grasp to get a good look of both sides.
"Sunset Tavern...? A jazz club?" He commented, looking back at the man, who smiled.
"Yeah; ol' friend o' mine's the owner. Thought it wouldn't do for you to just go home, son. You barely get out of that office o' yours as it is. Yer always listenin' to Ol' Barbra Ol' discs. 'Bout time you learned some new tracks." Chuckled the old man, before leaning over the counter. "Ya better keep comin' ere, though! Ol' Barbra would miss you if you stayed away."
GAWAIN blinked at the old man for a moment, before glancing back at the card. After a moment, he chuckled, pocketing it inside his suit.
"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try something new every time in a while." He conceded as he once again turned to make his way to the door. "I'll be seeing you... as soon as I have time. Later."
"Later, son."
He didn't live anywhere near the place; his apartment complex was somewhere in Sector 5's top plate, in the residential area. This 'jazz club' was located at Sector 8; which he supposed made sense, it being an entertainment district of sorts.
Needless to say, it wasn't a place he often frequented. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had set foot on it on anything other than official business. So when he finally stepped out of the train cart, and took a good look around, he had to admit: He was slightly dazzled and charmed by all the pretty, flashing neon lights.
There was a somewhat cheerful spring to his step as he followed the directions on the card, his everpresent smile a bit more lively as he moved through the different streets and alleyways of sector 8, careless as only those with strength would be while moving through what could be dark, dangerous corners.
Eventually, however, his lack of familiarity with the sector became apparent. He had gone a gotten himself lost. He wasn't sure if he had made a wrong turn while distracted by the scenery or simply been misled by one of the few people whom he asked for directions...
But he was most definitely lost. His brows furrowed slightly, looking around. It had been hard to request assistance before, when he was in the more public spaces- now, in these slightly less... safe pockets of the sector, what with him visibly dressed in both expensive suits and pieces of plate armor, people were either evading him like the plague or looking at him like he was made of sugar.
"Ugh." He groaned under his breath, looking around helplessly. He was way out of his element here. He just wanted to get to the damn Jazz Club!
Cleo Holloway
