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Sounds like somebody's found the jukebox.
Annette Hanshaw was always a favorite of her mother's - granted, it's 1960 back through her door, which makes the song an oldie even by her standards, but at the first familiar strains of the jazz singer's voice, Joan's already beginning to sway in front of the jukebox, hips absently moving to the tune. A cigarette dangles between her fingers, and every now and then, she lifts it to her lips.
By the time the song ends, she'll be making her way back to the bar, humming the tune under her breath.
You can bump into her at any point before or after Annette finishes the song with her traditional send-off: that's all!
[ tiny jazz-listening tag: joan holloway ]
[ ooc: open until her next. ]
Annette Hanshaw was always a favorite of her mother's - granted, it's 1960 back through her door, which makes the song an oldie even by her standards, but at the first familiar strains of the jazz singer's voice, Joan's already beginning to sway in front of the jukebox, hips absently moving to the tune. A cigarette dangles between her fingers, and every now and then, she lifts it to her lips.
By the time the song ends, she'll be making her way back to the bar, humming the tune under her breath.
You can bump into her at any point before or after Annette finishes the song with her traditional send-off: that's all!
[ tiny jazz-listening tag: joan holloway ]
[ ooc: open until her next. ]