As the Music Fades ((open))

[Dorian Zibowski]

Zib set his saxophone carefully in its case before stepping down from the stage and moving over to the bar. He’d gotten in early enough to check over his instrument and the piano. The others could take care of their own. The pity about the piano was it was starting to need a tuning and, well, Speakeasies weren’t exactly a piano tuner’s normal working locale. He’d have to see if he could find anyone who knew what they were doing around an instrument like that. He flagged down the bartender and ordered a drink as he withdrew a cigarette from the case in his pocket, striking a match along the bar. He discarded the match and turned to face the speak, his fedora (for once) tipped to the back of his head instead of over his green eyes. They really needed some sort of draw here; he really didn’t want to have to find another gig. He nodded to the barkeep as the man set his drink down by his elbow.

[Kenneth Byers]

Ken sauntered into the speakeasy a little earlier than most nights. The band was setting up but they weren't yet playing. He supposed that he would be around for the opening act.

He grabbed a seat at the bar and got the barkeep's attention and ordered a triple whisky. He thanked the bartender and took a sip before setting his glass down and reaching into his breast pocket and pulling out the silver case that held his cigarettes. He popped it open and was disappointed to find it empty. He groaned and put it back and looked around the bar.

He saw a guy casually smoking at the end of the bar and he picked up his drink and approached him. "Hey buddy, you got an extra one of those?" He asked nodding his head towards the coffin nail in his hand.

[Dorian Zibowski]

Zib glanced at the fella who'd jsut approached him. He'd seen him in the speak. Withdrawing his cigarette case again he nodded. "Yeah." He opened it, holding it out to the guy. "You're in early. Band ain't even set up yet."