No one really showed up at the bar at noon - unless they were really lonely. Jace was stood on the high platform, guitar strap over his shoulder, instrument pressed against his abdomen. The room was entirely empty, making it easy for the sounds to bounce off of the walls and back to him as he played. The creak of the bar door made him pause his playing, eyes moving upward to gaze at the entrance. “Drinks during the day, yeah? Must be a sad life you’re living.” He greeted, then bowed his head once more, continuing to play softly, in his own trance.













