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{{o o c;; D: shiz. i realize that this might be a bit jumbled in order, but bear with me. i'll work better later on today. >< oh, and i made up a name. xD; }}
A dark haired male shuffled into the club, guitar case in hand and hair windblown. With a quick flicker of his olive eyes to the clock's wall, he saw that he was late. The boy smiled, as being late was no new thing to him, in fact, it was almost a custom for him. He made his way to the bar, throwing in tidbits of conversation with other staff members on the way. He had done no more than set his guitar case down when a petite redhead with wild curls stormed up to him and demanded, "Bliss, where've you been? I texted you-" she checked her wrist watch for accuracy and continued, "-like, fourty-five minutes ago."
Ronin Raphael Bliss couldn't help but smile lazily and carefully, as not to hit the manager, he stretched his arms above his head and promptly let them drop. She seemed so furious, but the twenty-one year old realized that she was probably very stressed with the party that was to be held here soon. Ronnie didn't know much about it, except it was for a former rock band's drummer and the bassist was organizing it. He'd been late due to doing a street performance, then taking out a girl in the audience for coffee. 'Avana.' the bartender reminded himself. He didn't know if he'd see her again, but he thought it would be polite if he remembered the girl's name. He had already worked his shift for today, but during his coffee break had received a text from Diana telling him to get back to the club. And, so here Ronnie was, back at Starlight.
The boy teased, "You've finally saw the error of your ways and have come back to me? I knew you'd see the light. But we'd have to postpone the wedding till next week 'cause Elvis filled our spot with some folks already. You know-" He was cut short by the impatient manager's interruption, "No, I told you I've found someone else. Ron, need you to help set up." The boy responded by merely clutching his chest and pretending to stumble and collapse on the floor and choke out, "You, Diana Metfri, broke my heart." He peeked up at the bar, and observed the manager hoisting herself over the bar a bit and replying, "Get a bandaid." Diana then dropped back onto the floor and wondered off to take care of more things that they needed to do in preparation for tonight. Ronnie, on the other hand, remained on the floor trying to concoct a way to avoid help setting up. Although he was a hyper young adult, he was rather lazy when it came to work. "I wonder if she'll think of looking here later." He mused to himself.
