Klavier fiddled with the strings of his guitar, strumming them once to hear the sounds they emitted before tightening or loading the necessary strings of the acoustic and strummed again. He'd kept that pick a very close friend of him had given him and found himself sighing and put down his beautiful instrument. His eyes gazed back over to his desk full of paperwork, that pile was sure building up and he had a case in a few days but he was unable to concentrate.. He knew why there was so much on his mind. Sitting back in the chair he rubbed his temples. Perhaps a night out on the town would be a great idea? Yeah, that sounded like an amazing idea. So grabbing his jacket he threw it on as he was walking out the office and locked the door. -- It had been a few hours and Klavier had been back to his place, gotten dressed and headed out to one of the more popular bars in town. It had been quite some time since he'd been in the zone but he had been feeling quite alone lately and so? A little company from the ladies and a few drinks tonight was just what the doctor ordered for a lonely rocker. "Double shot of Johnny walker, dry." Yes, tonight was going to help him relax a little.
