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[k_gabriel]

So there's this club. In post-apocalyptic Chicago. Where things seem to have been a bit quiet lately

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[bodymyblood]

Funnily enough, there is a priest also in this club!

(Gwen is presumably there as well, though at this juncture she might be muttering about knife fights and stacking things.)

But the priest! He has wandered inside, glad to be out of the cold, and he smiles at Karla as the door swings shut behind him.

[k_gabriel]

He gets a smile in return, and a wave.

"Hey, Father M."

By the way, McKinley, you have a nickname. :D?

[bodymyblood]

McKinley's expression twists into something between 'dubious' and 'amused.'

"Father M?"

[k_gabriel]

"...'Father McKinley's' a lot of syllables and I didn't know how you'd feel about me dropping the 'father'?"

I am cute and you like me, Karla's expression says.

[wither_wilt]

Salla is turning a chair backward to straddle and plopping down beside her.

"Play it, sistah," with as much of a southern accent as an Iranian with no acting training can fake. (It isn't much and should be laughed at.) Then he whips out a harmonica from a jacket pocket and manages to piece together a decent melody. It isn't perfect, but it is a start.

Surprise!

[k_gabriel]

"...Please don't ever use that accent again."

Karla looks pained, for a moment, and then grins at the harmonica. "Hey, I didn't know you could play anything."

[wither_wilt]

"Tequila stole my kazoo a couple months back, and then I found this thing in the exchange. Seemed like a good replacement instrument for a fake band member, right?"

He gives another try at the harmonica, gets a few notes into something vaguely jazz before hitting a sour note.

"...okay, I'm not great at it yet."

[k_gabriel]

Karla winces a bit at the sour note, but then smiles again and pats his arm.

"Practice makes perfect, man. Or, y'know, at least not ear-hurting."

[bass_line_blues]

Eventually, there's a bass line threading underneath.

Guitar's gotta have backup, and all.

[k_gabriel]

Karla smiles, a little, and goes on playing quietly for a few more bars.

Eventually, "Y'know, we keep to stuff that's alright acoustic and we're really not bad. I mean, it'd be kinda weird if we tried 'Helter Skelter' or something."

[bass_line_blues]

"We're not exactly ready for heavy metal," Preston agrees. "But yeah - not bad."

He looks down at his bass, with obvious pride.

"Getting better, too. Never had so much time to practice before."

[k_gabriel]

"...Or," Karla says after a moment's consideration, "We could make that, like, a thing. Heavy metal done acoustic."