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[cipollavince]

He wasn’t a petty thief -- in fact, it was something he hated. There was no skill, not preparation or thought, and he hated the idea of a person getting roughed up for a mugging, which is why when Vince made a guy out in the corner eyeing a tip jar, he sighed. The piano played had been there all night, working till his fingers bled, and the idea of this guy grabbing the class and running irked Vince enough to scoop it up and move towards the bar when the pianist was enjoying a break and a drink and set the glass of tips beside him. “Eyes on the prize, buddy. Always on the prize.” Was Vince’s greeting as he moved to the stool next to the man.” If you think that even in a nice place that people aren’t dirty, think again. Some men just can’t handle temptation.” Vince spoke from experience on the subject, so he knew the twitchy looking guy would have made off with the money eventually.

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[brittbuckley]

The place was pretty empty, which was expected at this hour, But Beau still wandered in for an escape from the sudden rain that caught her without an umbrella. She imagined that with Spring around the corner, there’d be more random icy showers that she’d be better prepared for with the help of the weather channel in the future, but for now, she was just grateful to be somewhere warm and dry. Staff seemed to be busy in the back, maybe stocking things, and Beau wasn’t going to stop them, but on her wait to wait in a corner somewhere, she took notice of the baby grand almost center of the room and couldn’t resist touching. She’d had music lessons when she grew up, but ultimately quit before she acquired and real skill in the subject after finding herself bored with it like most kids would. Still, her fingers brushed over the keys gently, making no sound as she smiled and cleared her throat. She knew back then she wasn’t musical, but she wasn’t tone deaf, so she dared herself to push a few keys down and play whatever came to mind. One finger extended and pressed a key, the loud sound making her jump a bit, but instantly she knew that she was doing it wrong. “ Now that doesn’t sound right...” 

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[silas-coleman-blog]

His nights off didn’t come too often, so when Silas got the chance, he would of course, choose to spend it with his best friend. It wasn’t just the need to drag the usually depressed and cranky Eli out of whatever hole he’d dug himself into and decided to stew in, but his need for a companion he could annoy.  They made it Uptown in an Uber to a piano bar that served good drinks and had live music, which was something they both could enjoy. Still, Eli was brooding, making Silas sigh as he figured he’d have to be his usual boisterous self to get the man to loosen up. Leaning on the bar, he jokingly reached a hand to play with the other man’s hair and pout. “ How come you never pay attention to me anymore? I got all dressed up just for date night and you wont even look at me. Is it me? Is it something I’ve said? Have I let myself go?” He questioned, the man behind the bar giving a strange look to the pair before wandering to serve another customer.

With a snicker, Silas dropped his hand and glanced over his shoulder at the cold piano, nodding in it’s direction before turning back to Eli with a cheeky grin. “ Come one, you need to cheer up a little. What do you say we mosey on over there and you lay down some show tunes while I climb on top the piano and do a saucy little number? I’m thinking Mein Herr or The Ol’ Razzle Dazzle and then something that’s kind of a tear jerker. Maybe something from Dreamgirls.”

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