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[localhandywolf]

Here is a Wasteland. It is a club, among other things. There is even a stage. And on this stage, there be a couple of garden flamingos

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[undermyheel]

Claire raises an eyebrow and takes a long drink of... well, Armand probably doesn't want to think about that.

Her skirt is hitched slightly with her legs crossed and the edge of her garters are visible.

[localhandywolf]

"When I first came to town,
They called me the roving jewel;
Now they've changed their tune,
They call me Katy Cruel,
Oh, diddle, lully day,
Oh, de little lioday.

Oh that I was where I would be,
Then I would be where I am not,
Here I am where I must be,
Go where I would, I can not,
Oh, diddle, lully day,
Oh, de little lioday."

Does he notice? It's hard to say.

He's singing at the flamingos, after all.

[undermyheel]

"Are you taking requests?" Claire never yells, her voice carries anyway.

[localhandywolf]

"When I first came to town,
They brought me the bottles plenty;
Now they've changed their tune,
They bring me the bottles empty,
Oh, diddle, lully day,
Oh, de little lioday...

Whatcha have in mind, Ms?"

[undermyheel]

"Jessie's Girl?" she asks. Takes another drink.

"I like that song."

[localhandywolf]

He raises an eyebrow but pauses, plays a few bars to get the tune, and then starts to sing.

"Jessie is a friend
Yeah I know he's been a good friend of mine
But lately something’s changed, that ain't hard to define
Jessie's got himself a girl, and I wanna make her mine

And she's watchin' him with those eyes
And she's lovin' him with that body, I just know it
And he's holdin' her in his arms, late late at night

You know I wish that I had Jessie's girl
I wish that I had Jessie's girl
Where can I find a woman like that?

I'll play along with the charade
There doesn't seem to be a reason to change
You know I feel so dirty when they start talkin' cute
I wanna tell her that I love her but the point is probably moot"

[undermyheel]

"What song do you miss?" Claire asks.

She threads her heel around the leg of her chair, slight tactile pleasure.

[localhandywolf]

"Eric Clapton's Layla. No one can quite do it like he could."

[undermyheel]

Claire smiles, "That's true, although I'm sure that a few of us try to imitate in an amateur way."

[localhandywolf]

"Yeah, but it's not the same."

[undermyheel]

Claire hums a few bars, thoughtfully.

"That's true."

[localhandywolf]

He runs fingers down the strings, plucking out the tune.

"Any other requests, Katy Cruel?"

[undermyheel]

Claire's smirk is sly, like she knows something Armand doesn't.

"Is that who I am to you, Armand?"

[localhandywolf]

"Eyes as bright as coal,
Lips as bright as cherry...

Sure."

[undermyheel]

"And who does that make you?"

[localhandywolf]

"Probably a different ballad."