Calliope hadn’t really touched a piano in years, not a real grand piano like this anyway. In her drunken haze, she’d been exploring the lodge and found a quiet little room where they kept a few instruments and decorations for special occasions it would seem. She placed her bottle of tequila on top of the grand piano and let her fingers play along the ivories. It wasn’t expertly done but it was a test of her memory to try and recall some of the showtunes her mum had taught her in the past. She smiled as it seemed to be almost sounding right when she noticed the door open. “I have tequila that you can share with me if you don’t snitch on me.” At least this time she wasn’t actually causing any harm to the lodge but she’d still prefer to be in here than around the chaos of people. @liamscxtt
