Nov 1 Tuseday 7pm -- Jazz place
Mura relaxed into the plush dark red seats. It was her day off and she was enjoying it. Actually it wasn't really her day off by choice but really by chance. Her ever so loved boss-lady had to go on a trip up north, something about an old friend and something wrong with said old friend. Thus for today she had it off and to herself.
That was where she was today, sitting in a barely lit jazz house with her horror books. The music floated on the heavy thick air and twisted on the air current up the stairs then out the door. She loved places like this, the music, the smells, and the everything.
Turning the page her dark tinted eyes broke away from the book to take a look of who was here. Someone was now playing something on the sax she couldn't place a title too, a couple sat in the middle of the table area hands on one another, the bouncer leaned against the only entrance and exit, and as for the owner he was no where to be found. Eyes shifted back to the printed words. It was a slow night, and boy how she loved it.
That was where she was today, sitting in a barely lit jazz house with her horror books. The music floated on the heavy thick air and twisted on the air current up the stairs then out the door. She loved places like this, the music, the smells, and the everything.
Turning the page her dark tinted eyes broke away from the book to take a look of who was here. Someone was now playing something on the sax she couldn't place a title too, a couple sat in the middle of the table area hands on one another, the bouncer leaned against the only entrance and exit, and as for the owner he was no where to be found. Eyes shifted back to the printed words. It was a slow night, and boy how she loved it.