New Demon in Town (OPEN)

[jacob]

Richmond, Virginia, 2012

Jacob rolled into town at about eight in the morning. He always liked traveling in the morning. You really got to know a place when you approached it as the sun was coming up. The shadows were banished by the approaching light, fleeing from the promise of the new day. The town residents were just waking up and starting their day, populating the city one heartbeat at a time. Traffic was often clear by this time of the day, giving him the road before him as a clean piece of parchment to write his new adventures on.

Too bad it was raining, which kept the sun from shining on Virginia. It was putting everyone around him in a bad mood, so he was not feeling too keen about the residents at the moment. An accident from an hour before had stuck traffic to a crawl. The open road was being traversed by him in a motorcycle, which left him and much of his belongings drenched, and people were just staring out their windows at him. He waved to a little girl who could be no more than five or six, who ended up giggling at him with a bright smile. That was enough to keep his moods lifted, rain be damned.

Getting a room at the local motel wasn't hard. He had enough cash on him from Charlotte (the city, not a person) left over, at least for one night. It meant that he was going to need money. His options were limited. It had been a while since he had been in a town that would be open to his drag act. He didn't think the people in Richmond were that bigoted... He just needed to save the one dress he had and the rest of his glue stick for being up north. Plus, a five hour motorcycle ride did not make for a comfortable tuck.

Checking into the room, he started the long process of unpacking his clothes and hanging them up on the shower rod. He was not going to be able to dry all of them, but he should have something to wear for the money making part of the evening. That in mind, Jacob checked his guitar case, and, luckily, no water had drained into it to damage it. One jar and a few songs and he will have enough quarters to do some real laundry, with a washing machine and a dryer and everything!

His stomach rumbled with hunger. He told it to shut up.

A nap later, and he not only slept through most of the hunger pangs, but he napped into a time when he could ply his trade effectively. Open Mic Night was being advertised by some place in the Town Square, with the use of a rather large chalk board with homemade squiggles on it. It was quaint, with an almost small town feel to it. Perfect for a man and his guitar.

He walked in, and seeing that there was someone already setting up on the stage for their fifteen minute set, he added his name to the list, and sat down at the bar. Waiting, and living another day.

::stop:: First post! Woohoo!
::look:: Outfit
::listen:: The TV
::you're it:: Open! Come one, come all!
::the credit:: Jess <3

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[anya]

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Anya got off the bus with a smile. She looked around and she smiled knowing that she needed to find some where to stay, though she hoped that she would find the Scooby gang before then. There was a rumor of well supernatural-y things going on here in town and Anya figured it was a good place to start. She looked around the place and smiled her perky smile. Anya started walking some more. After the depressing view of Sunnydale and what its become, Anya thought that this could be the new start that she would be looking for. As much as the ex demon wanted to go back to her old life, before the first evil and before she was left at the alter by Xander. Anya wanted those days back, but right now, there was nothing she could do about it. She needed to move on and she knew that she had, sort of.

Anya adjusted the back pack that she carried as she continued to walk, smiling at people around. She didn’t care that it was a little wet out. Anya had had spent most of her time, walking and trying to figure out where her friends would be. Anya let out a sigh as she looked around. She could ask everyone if they had seen her friends, but that would just take too long. She would just have to wait until the things that went bump in the night, actually go bump in the night.

Anya stopped when she felt that sensation in her stomach, the one that told her that she was hungry. The ex vengeance demon looked to a place across the road and she shrugged. She walked over and went inside. She had some money, which she hated to admit that she had stolen it from some person, but she had none and that person probably had a lot more.

Anya walked inside the bar and she sat down next to a man who was just sitting there. She smiled to the bar tender.

“yes, can I have a water please, and some…” Anya paused a moment and wondered what she wanted to eat. “I think I will eat those wings of buffalo, except not buffalo, its chicken.” Anya said, ignoring the weird look she had gotten from the bar tender for that.

WORDS 390
TAGGED Jacob !
LYRICS I run to you - Lady Antebellum
NOTES I didnt know if it was set during the morning or the setting in general so I took a guess. Let me know if I should change anything.
OUTFIT Click!

[jacob]

Richmond, Virginia

Sitting and waiting for the person on stage to finish so that the next person could go and then he could (sometimes everyone poor came out to these Open Mics) he opted to order his usual Wild Turkey. The establishment tended to look upon performers better if they were also customers. It meant that he might be able to risk going a few minutes over in a set it the crowd was really enjoying him, and that he might be given a more permanent job if they liked what he did. At this point, Jacob was willing to play Classical Gas for the lunch crowd if it meant that he would have a steady source of income for the next few weeks.

Having no credit card, he couldn't start a tab, which was a shame, but all the better to not be in someone's debt, even if it was just a small bar in Richmond. Now came the next part of moving to a new town. Time to make some friends! Bartenders were always a good option, but this guy looked like he was having a hard time tonight, and a gabby customer was not going to help his mood. Instead, he looked around for another source of chatter.

A woman came over to the bar, and sat down. He adjusted his guitar case, not because he was afraid she would damage it, but to give her feet more room for comfort. He listened to her order, and could not suppress the grin. It wasn't the food that she ordered, but her manner of talk that was at least mildly entertaining. He could at least hope to kill some time with conversation before his performance.


"Now, don't go discrediting buffalo," he said, relieved that he did not need to keep his Mississippi accent in check. He may be in Virginia, and it may barely be the South, but it was still the South. "Cooked just right over a campfire, it could be just the thing that hits the spot."

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::stop:: No worries! Good to have you on the board!
::look:: Outfit
::listen:: Tea Party by Kerli
::you're it:: Anya, OPEN
::the credit:: Jess <3

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[anya]

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Anya Christina Emanuella Jenkins looked at the water that was placed in front of her and she stared at it longer. She wondered if this place had any of those twisty straws. Probably not. it’s a kid thing and Anya wasn’t a kid. She was also at a bar and she figured that the bar wouldn’t have them anyway. Anya then took a sip from her water and she looked at the bar tender who was helping other people.

Anya looked at the man who talked a little funny, then realized he must be from somewhere south of here. Anya looked at the buffalo wings that were placed in front of her and she then took another sip from her water.

“why? From what I understand they just call it that. Its all chicken. that’s what my friends have told me.” Anya smiled to him. Anya then looked at him oddly. “you know, I have never tried buffalo. Do people still eat it?” Anya then asked him.

Anya then picked one of them up and she ate it. She wondered if they missed her, if they had mourned her. She had guessed so. She was part of the Scoobies for a while, no, not just a while, for a long time. She was going to marry Xander, who was one of the original three. Anya wondered where the best place would be to find them. She would obviously guess the cemetery be the best place to look but she would also check the alley ways and stuff like that. She just hopes that she finds them so that she isn’t alone anymore.

WORDS 272
TAGGED Jacob !
LYRICS I run to you - Lady Antebellum
NOTES
OUTFIT Click!

[orion]

There was something about Virginia that was really loosening the Little Sin Eater up. Maybe it was something in the water (which should be tested as soon as possible to rule it out), but Orion could honestly say he was feeling quite at home here. It wouldn't last; it never really did, no matter how hard he tried. But that was part of the adventure of being a Twice Outcast, and it wasn't like he was traveling on his own dime…

No, today Mr. George Byron was paying for his drinks. One day someone was going to catch on to his snarky little pseudonyms. If he was exceptionally lucky, that day would not be today. Tucked around his drink, a glass of mid-shelf vodka, Orion stared into the depths as if searching for meaning. A stool down held an interesting conversation about buffalo and campfires, and the Rroma boy could not physically stop himself if he wanted to.

"It's good marinated and seared; short flash cooking only, otherwise it gets tough too fast."

They probably wouldn't dig him chiming in his two cents, but he never was good about proper social morays. His faked Southern Californian accent sounded as native as hers, though his eyes never left the bar top. If I'm lucky, they're friendly. If I'm not… at least I can get drunk enough to not feel the punch soon to be aimed at my face. Taking another slow sip of his vodka, enjoying the warmth that scorched down his throat, Orion let his thoughts drift past the possibility of violence to truly absorb the appearance of the pair of Giorgio. She was a goddess, classy and refined. And he was effortlessly handsome. The angel barely squashed the urge to squirm in his seat, though the feeling of being severely underclassed was enough to scorch his throat with nervous heat.

Tag: Jacob and Anya Word Count: 311 Credit: Jax
Notes: I wanted in a scene with both of you, so SCORE! Outfit: Orion's Outfit

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[jacob]

Richmond, Virginia

Jacob was about to say something about eating buffalo, something he was very familiar with, as a matter of fact, but he soon found the thought interjected by someone else speaking. It caused him to turn his head in the direction of the voice, and come face-to-face with a rather handsome stranger. He did admit, that for a moment he forgot about the blonde woman that he had been talking to and took a long look over the male newcomer. Well, maybe he wasn't a newcomer. For all he knew, this person could have been sitting here for a while, and Jacob was disappointed in himself if that was the case. It meant that he had walked right by him and not given him the time of day.

A quick up and down glance was enough for him to size him up, and Jacob grinned for what he saw. It was a smile of warmth and welcome. He admitted it was a different smile than the one he had flashed at the woman. With the woman, it had been friendly, like he had wanted to make an acquaintance and a friend. With the boy, though... Well, Jacob always like his men a little pretty. Now, now, Jake. Play nice. Not everyone thinks you are charming. That didn't meant that he couldn't flirt. It just meant that he shouldn't get his hopes up about this man being of similar appetites.

“The man in the hat is right! Especially if you have a good open flame at your disposal. And I am pretty sure people still eat bison. Got a little shaky there a few decades back, but they seem to be doing just fine these days.” What Jacob was looking for at this moment was a good whiskey, and that was what he ordered. On the rocks, because he didn't want to look like a hard drinker to his new comrades, but the truth was ice was a luxury that he could not afford back when he was younger. Whiskey straight up used to be the only option. Or bourbon. Straight up.

“Now it seems to me that I am making friends with ya'all, but I don't have names to go with your pretty faces.” His grin refused to go away, pleased as punch to be around new folk. “Name's Jacob Sherman, but I will accept just about any name it is you wanna give me, so long as it makes sense and isn't very... what's the word? Pedestrian?” Of course, that last word sounded a little strange with his accent, but he managed to get it out just fine.

Behind him, a woman with an electric piano was coming to the stage, setting up, and getting ready for her set. If he was right, she was the last one to perform before his name came on the list.

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::stop:: And an Orion! Friends! Yay!
::look:: Outfit
::listen:: The Beast and the Harlot, by Avenged Sevenfold
::you're it:: Anya, Orion, OPEN
::the credit:: Jess <3

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[anya]

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Anyanka “Anya Christina Emanuella Jenkins” looked over at the new guy who started talking. She wondered why all of these guys have had this buffalo and she hadn’t. the ex demon looked at the two guys then to her food, which she had mostly finished off. Anya took another drink from her water and she looked back over to the others. It seemed as if Anya had run into some pretty interesting people. Even though she wasn’t really familiar with human customs she was able to figure out that they were a lot older than they appeared, just like her. She wondered how old though. It would be just her luck that she would be the oldest.

“bison, that seems a little not my thing. I’m more into the chicken meat I guess. That, and I can always go for a good steak.” Anya said, shrugging. She watched the bar tender take her empty plate and she then picked up her water glass once more and drank some.

The one man next to her had introduced himself as Jacob Sherman. His last statement confused her a little. Pedestrian? What was he talking about? Oh well, Anya merely ignored it. “I have a few names, mostly go by Anya Jenkins now.” Anya said. She smiled, remembering the times that she was a vengeance demon. She knew that it did nothing for her now, but back then, it was a blast. Her favorite was when she played a small event that caused the Russian Revolution. It was about time for a change there anyway. Anya still loved to brag about it too. She has to say now, that she went soft. She gave up being a demon and she then went and died in that final battle with the first.

WORDS 298
TAGGED Jacob, Orion !
LYRICS I run to you - Lady Antebellum
NOTES
OUTFIT Click!

[orion]

"Orion Valentine." Shock had the Rroma boy blinking up from his alcohol, blue eyes confused and just this side of puppy dog. The look lasted only a moment before he offered a warm albeit awkward smile and tip of his hat to the lady two chairs down. Immediately, as if remembering a box of the ears from years past, Orion swept his hat off his head sheepishly. He had been caught up in his slightly maudlin train of thought to remember decent manners. Something that would have had him skinned alive back home in Miami. Orion felt his cheeks flush over in a faint pink blush at the look the man beside him fixed him with. It had been a long time since anyone looked at him like that; and for the life of him Orion couldn't remember what it meant.

Flipping through his mental checklist of social behaviors, Orion found himself coming up against a brick wall. It wasn't often where the chavo felt uninformed; each time a personal sense of failure coated over an already damaged sense of self-worth. He didn't understand any of this, and it was enough to cause him to quickly finish his drink and order another. It was his third coming up, and the heat of the booze already surging through his veins was enough to counterbalance the roses in his cheeks. If he was lucky, Jacob would assume it was the alcohol tinting his cheeks a bright rouge. But anyone with eyes and a functioning social identity would see it clearly as awkward teenaged embarrassment. Orion squirmed slightly in his seat before licking his lips and screaming mentally for something, anything to say. And nothing coming out but a nervous quiet little half-chuckle...

Tag: Jacob and Anya Word Count: 290 Credit: Jax
Notes: Aww, his first awkward scene! <3 Outfit: Orion's Outfit

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[jacob]

Richmond, Virginia

“Anya Jenkins...” Jacob said with an incline of his head by way of introduction. It was old fashioned, not older than about 150 years, but definitely something that went out of style at the same time that men stopped wearing hats everywhere they went under pain of public ridicule. He grinned, nice and friendly-like. “...and Orion Valentine.” Another incline of the head, this one with a little more eye contact, and a very different kind of grin. A bolt of pride jolted through his body, seeing the blush that came to the cheeks of the young man. He allowed those sparks of interest in the boy kindle to a coal base, and he let it roll over from his chest to his eyes.

He grabbed their hands, one in each of his, Anya in his right, and Orion on his life. He gave them each a firm squeeze, not by way of handshake, but in the same way that a person might hold the hands of old friends. “I do hope that this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship. One for the ages.” He just could not keep smiling, even if it was fluctuating between bright smiles and calm grins. He let for of their hands, and took the drink in front of him, raising it so that it was eye level with himself, and proclaimed in a proud tone, “To once and future friendships! May the devil chase you every day of your life and never catch you.”

He tipped the glass back, and took a large, hard swallow from his glass, effectively finishing it, at the same time that the patrons of the bar exclaimed in polite clapping. At first he thought it was for his toast, which was conceded, granted, but it would not be the first time. It a slightly embarrassing moment, he realized it was for the performer on the stage, who seemed to have just wrapped up the allotted fifteen minute set. “And that would be my cue!”

He stood up from his bar stool, and retrieved the guitar case from under him, and brought it out for them to see. “Fifteen minutes gives me about three songs, so the way I will do it today is this. One Lady's Choice from Anya, one Gentleman's Choice from Orion, and then I will just pick what makes me happy! So let's here some requests.” He smiled, eagerly awaiting their choices.

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::stop:: What's it gonna be, cuties?
::look:: Outfit
::listen:: Kitty purrs
::you're it:: Anya, Orion, OPEN
::the credit:: Jess <3

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Anya Christina Emanuella Jenkins looked at the man with the dark hair, the one that said that his name was Orion Valentine. She would remember that, hopefully. Anya sat there staring at the water that she still had, wondering what her friends were up to. At this moment in time, Anya wondered what had become of Xander, her ex, if he was even alive after that battle against the first and the destruction of Sunnydale. She just hoped he was. She hoped that he was alright, that he and her would be reunited and then they could talk more. She knew that things would never be the same as they were before he left her at the alter. She wasn’t really mad about that anymore, she was a little upset, though she knew that she and him were still meant to be. She was more upset that she was ready to be Mrs. Xander Harris, but it didn’t matter anymore.

Anya turned when the other one had repeated her name and the other guys name. she nodded. Anya looked at him once more from her water cup and nodded when he said that this would be a wonderful friendship. She smiled and nodded to them and watched the one guy take her hand. She was curious as to why he had don’t this. Xander never told her anything about this, or if this was a human thing. She didn’t think it was. “yes, I do see this as a good friendship to last a long time.” Anya smiled to both of them, still a little weirded out by the hand holding.

She watched him get up and picked up the guitar case. She looked at him and shrugged. Anya didn’t really know a lot of songs, just the ones she would hear on the radio when she was with Xander. “I really don’t know any, sorry.” Anya shrugged.

WORDS 318
TAGGED Jacob, Orion !
LYRICS Dont Save me by Marit Larsen
NOTES
OUTFIT Click!

[orion]

Orion smiled softly, the action not fully reaching his eyes due to them being locked firmly on the bar top. The man was acting strangely with him, and it took a few minutes before he realized it was actually flirtation. All the angel could do was blush up to his ears, the tips stained a faint pink. It was the curse of the pale skinned side of his blood, and Orion awkwardly twirled his vodka slowly on the table too flustered to speak. With the toast, Orion tipped his own drink back, finishing it with an easy swallow. The alcohol didn't do anything to him anymore, not without a significant bender prolonged over days. The angelic constitution something he could seriously get behind most days meant wallowing in his sorrows or having a great time tended to be a pain in the ass.

With Jacob mentioning the hope of their friendship, Orion could only smile crookedly. Looking up through the curtain of his bangs and the soot black lace of his lashes, Orion then blinked curiously as the handsome boy got up and mentioned he was playing a set. When Anya said she didn't know any songs, Orion felt a knife of sadness cut through him. For some reason, she didn't seem to want to be there. He couldn't for the life of him figure out how he offended this girl too; the trainwreck of a conversation with that Willow had left him feeling rather sore about people in general. Motioning to the bartender to bring him a beer, Orion spun around in his seat to face Jacob.

"Something playful." It wasn't a direct request, he felt actually bad about doing something like that. More a suggestion; especially since Anya didn't seem to want to give an option, it left Orion feeling incredibly awkward and put on the spot about it all. "Break a leg."

Tag: Jacob and Anya Word Count: 315 Credit: Jax
Notes: Sorry, Rye was just feeling odd in this scene right now. Outfit: Orion's Outfit

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[jacob]

Richmond, VA

Jacob tried not to be too deflated when Anya didn't offer anything up as far as musical selection was concerned. Honestly, though, he got the impression that she did not want to be here, or at the very least her mind was somewhere else. She was hardly engaging in the conversation with him and Orion, and even when she was her comments seemed to be a little dismissive. He certainly did hope that what ever it was she was missing in her life, she was going to find it.

He did take a moment, before separating the touch of his hand from hers, to breath some Good Luck into her. It wouldn't last too long, maybe a day or so, but maybe it would be enough to push her in the direction of what she needed. Maybe she would just happen to see someone in a crowd, or the right person would bump into her on the bus. "Don't worry, I got you covered," he said with a wink, hoping that she would take it as reference to her comment about not knowing any music, and not with the fortunate twist he had just given her luck.

Turning his direction to Orion, he caught a bit of the fair boy's blush. It sent a zing through Jacob, knowing that the flirtations were striking home. Jacob was not one to blush, at least not out of embarrassment, but there was always that moment of mutual attraction that caught Jacob's heart. He certainly wanted to get to know Orion better, and not in an environment that might not accept a couple of men out with each other on a date.

He smiled at him, finding the crooked grin of his absolutely dear. He couldn't help it. Jacob was a sucker for awkward and adorable. "And you? You just keep on smiling, handsome." He winked to Orion before turning around. There was a very wicked part of Jacob that was hoping that Orion was watching him walk away. If you know what I mean.

Approaching the stage, Jacob opened his case, and removed the guitar from it. The case itself he set up on the edge of the stage in front of him, the traditional location for street performers and those who make a small living from open mics like this one. He found a stool from the side of the stage, and brought it to the microphone. This was how he liked it. Just him and the guitar, and his voice.

He leaned forward and spoke into the microphone. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Jacob Sherman, and I am hoping to make some music for you tonight that does not terribly offend you. I want to dedicate this to my two new friends sitting at the bar over there, especially this first little diddy." With little more introduction, he launched right into the first song of what would be a three song set. What more appropriate than the Carole King/ James Taylor classic, You've Got a Friend. It was calm and quiet number, a little more intimate than the next number he was going to roll into. Orion had asked for something playful, and what Jacob had to offer was Jonathan Coulton classic, Code Monkey. Honestly, Jacob was at a bit of a loss for what to sing last, and took a bit of a risk. Any cover of a Beatles song was a risk, but Blackbird was something classy and mellow, with an upturn of hope, and frankly, Jacob liked it.

The set over, Jacob let the last of the music linger, picking up whatever it was that was offered into his case, and vacating the stage. Slowly, nervous that he may have made a fool of himself, he made his way back over to the bar.

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::stop:: Friends and music. Yay!
::look:: Outfit
::listen:: Law and Order: SVU
::you're it:: Anya, Orion, OPEN
::the credit:: Jess <3

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Anya Christina Emanuella Jenkins looked at them and wondered why she was even here again. She needed to find her friends and it seemed, that she was being the third wheel. She was old and didn’t understand a lot of humanity but she wasn’t stupid. The way that the man next to her Jacob looked at the other one was the same way that Willow used to look at Tara and the way that her and Xander would look at each other, the way that Spike would look at Buffy, everything. It was he liked him.

She listened to him say something playful and she then looked at Jacob when he started talking to her. He told her that he had her covered. “good luck up there.” Anya smiled to him. She then smiled when Jacob started talking to Orion, calling him handsome. She was right. She loved being right. She always got satisfaction out of it.

Anya watched him walk onto the stage and start singing. She enjoyed it, listening to him. She wondered if she would enjoy it more if Xander was here. God why was she thinking about him so much. They were broken up for a while, well sort of. She was dead, was, was the key word. She didn’t know how she was alive again nor did she really care. The ex vengeance demon just wanted to find her friends. She need to stop thinking about that right now and pay more attention to the people she had made friends with who seemed to be paying more attention to each other.

Anya clapped for him when he was done. She looked over at Orion. “hes good, isnt he?” Anya asked Orion.

WORDS 286
TAGGED Jacob, Orion !
LYRICS Dont Save me by Marit Larsen
NOTES
OUTFIT Click!

[orion]

The 'handsome' comment had the angel thoroughly gobsmacked. His actual talent following behind to round out the chavo to a sense of sheer Awe. And though he did pay attention to the performance, very much loving Jacob's easy going style and showmanship, he happily beamed over at Anya when she talked to him. "He really is. I can't hold a tune in a bucket if I tried." He confessed, giving his polished and posh female friend a glowing smile. She had a soothing aura, the colors belied an age old wisdom to her as well as a sense of natural honesty. He couldn't help but like her, the fact that she opened up and started chatting made him want to bounce off his barstool. Maybe she was shy? He could understand that, as his own social graces left a lot to awkwardness himself.

Nodding at the bartender for some cheese fries for the three of them to split now that the music man no longer needed to tend to his vocal chords, Orion laughed softly under his breath at the play of colors in her aura. This Anya woman was remarkable, in a way he couldn't understand. But there was a level of sadness to her that aches at his heart. She was lonely, missing someone or something and the thought made Orion want to cry. Giving her a comforting half-smile, he threw caution to the wind and risked sticking his foot in his mouth. "There's a lot of things I miss too. It's why I'm here tonight. But meeting you, both of you, it makes the sad and pain go away, Ya know?" Orion murmured softly before looking down in the depths of his drink, swirling the glass in his non-dominant hand.

As soon as the first notes of Blackbird reached his ears, the Angel turned transfixed. Few songs he truly loved, that one in particular hitting a chord within the Rroma boy. When all was finished, Orion couldn't help but let out a whistle and clap enthusiastically. The man did Jonathan Coulton… and one of my favorites. He's… gorgeous and sweet. There has to be something wrong with him. Just as Jacob reached their table, so did the oversized plate of snackage. Turning to them both, he gestured happily. "Good food, good company and damn good talent. You were amazing. Didn't peg you for a Coulton fan, though."

Tag: Jacob and Anya Word Count: 400 Credit: Jax
Notes: Cheese and Angel snuggles? ^w^ Outfit: Orion's Outfit

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[jacob]

Richmond, VA

Jacob had not known what he was so worried about. He knew well enough that his talents were rounded out. After all, he had been doing this for a few decades now. He could play the guitar in his sleep, even if he sometimes liked to go back to his more campfire tune roots. But this time, he had almost let nerves get to him, and he really couldn't see why. Maybe he was just so worried about making the right impression. Anya was a wonderful lady, with quite the yarn to spin, he could tell. Orion was a good looking gent, that, frankly, Jacob hoped to get to know better.

To see that there were smiles on faces when he got back to the place at the bar made Jacob's awkward grin turn into a full blown beam. The tips that had been dropped into his case weren't too bad, either. He was probably going to have more luck on a street corner, but he also didn't know just how friendly Richmond authorities were about panhandling. Not really panhandling. I am providing a service! Why shouldn't I get paid? At least, that what he had tried while he was down in Charlotte. That had earned him a night in the hoosegow, but it was a roof over his head, and the other cellmates didn't bother him too much.

The fact that Orion recognized the artist of one of his songs excited him. "Handsome and knowledgeable. This might be my lucky day. I am a fan of anything that can make me smile," he said, unable to keep the jubilation out of his voice. From the looks of it, Anya was in better spirits from when he walked away. Either that was because of Orion saying something, or Jacob's music, or both, but he liked seeing that she was ready to join the party.

"Oh! But friends don't let friends sit at bars together! Come on!" With his guitar case in one hand, he grabbed the cheese fries in the other, (but not before he popped one into his mouth) and immediately headed over to a booth. He slid into the seat, keeping his guitar case leaned up against a nearby wall that he could see from where he was. The fries went right into the middle of the table. There was plenty of room at the table for his comrades, and where they sat, he really didn't mind. He honestly just seemed happy to be here.

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::stop:: Let's move this party!
::look:: Outfit
::listen:: Stella Errans from Cirque
::you're it:: Anya, Orion, OPEN
::the credit:: Jess <3

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