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[shannonteverius]

Shannon had been spending more time out in the evenings and at night lately. He hated the sight of an empty bed and tried to avoid it until it was absolutely necessary. Because of this, he was also branching out from his usual haunts. Not too far from them but the places he spent his time were becoming slightly more eclectic.

Tonight he was in a local jazz club. He wasn't a fan of jazz per se but the place was nice and the music gave him an excuse to be there besides drinking. The clientele were a little more classy than a regular bar as well which he appreciated.

He accepted his glass of wine from the bartender and took a seat at a small table some ways back from the stage. He would rather someone join him to socialize than to listen to the music for the whole evening.

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[benependente]

Jazz. Jazz was just an excuse for people to be deep and complicated and feel superior towards others. The music was idiotic. Same song a million times, but with varying rhythm. Or without any recognizable rhythm at all. And all those haughty twats just bobbed their heads pretending to understand it. In Juan’s opinion there was nothing to understand.

And the lyrics! Music isn’t deep when you slow it down and moan the words as if it’s painful.

Anyway, he wasn’t here by choice. He was here because a business relation would be here tonight as well, and after a few indiscretions on Juan’s behalf, he needed some good-will to make up for it. Well, that was why his father had insisted on his presence here.

But wine flowed freely and Juan was considering proving a point about jazz in general – the method he had in mind would be considered an indiscretion as well.

He sighed and downed the last of his wine as the next was placed in front of him. He spotted a man sitting on his own at a table and recognized him. Shannon Teverius. He didn’t know if he would be recognized by the man as well – there were a lot of functions and shit that the Borgia son was dragged to, but fuck knows if they’d met at one of those. Wine flowed freely there as well.

Anyway, he decided to join him. “You’re Teverius, right? Shannon, if I’m not mistaken?”

[hollow_moon]

Valentine had arrived with his uncle, a portly man who had been hopeful he might set his young nephew up with a very respectable girl, from some family they were apparently doing business with in Norway or Sweden- Val couldn't remember which.

She was beautiful and sweet- And about as interesting as dry bread. Though to be far, she looked just as disinterested in him as he was her- That felt fair at least, and they both suffered through drinks with smiles plastered on their faces until Valentine managed to slip away.

"Do me a favour," he said as he sat down at the fair haired man's table. "Just laugh and smile, and pretend we're good friends. If I have to go back over there, I may just end my life with this cocktail stirrer, and that seems like a dreadful way to go, don't you think?"