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This is the first time they meet on purpose. Which isn’t something that Gia even realizes until she’s actually heading to a specific place to see him, as opposed to stumbling upon him someplace either of them shouldn’t be. The bayou. The Quarter.
Nope.
Tonight is a hole in the wall jazz bar that she used to play in, in Algiers, where they can both be, technically. No one has claimed it yet. Someday she might play again. She and Elijah are still working on her music and while it’s come far since the day he offered to help, it’s still not what it was. What she needs it to be, in order to stand in front of people and play.
But that doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy the music of others. And it’s been too long since she did just that. She can’t exactly ask Elijah to come hang out in the open. Marcel is still too wrapped up in his grief. And it’s not that Quentin is her last choice, it’s just funny to her that the person she has to hang out with, is a werewolf. One who reminds her of herself, really.
He’s not playing sides to stay alive, not like she is if that’s what she would call what she’s doing- it’s not how she would put it, but she doesn’t know how else to put it either- but their end goal seems to be the same. Make a life, stay alive, maybe even find some kind of happiness in all of this.
Either way she has to admit, she... feels something. Some kind of connection, friendship.
Maybe she’s just lonely. Possible. And also probably pathetic. She sighs and orders a bourbon, not even considering this influence of her sire’s. She’s always been a beer girl.
She lights up a little as she lifts her head and sees the man she’s waiting for finally coming in the door.