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When the napkin pops up along with his ouzo, Orpheus smiles. "I'd be honored."

A few minutes later, there's a hastily scrawled message on the specials board:

Specials

1/2 off your drink for a song
(Free drinks for the night if it's better than mine)

[ooc: Very late, but open for the next couple hours and slowtimes after that.]

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And in one of those strange coincidences that are Milliways' signature, Thalia comes down for dinner with her electric guitar in hand. She spots the man behind the bar, glances at the specials board and with a grin starts into the opening cords of one of her favorite songs.

Granted there's no amp and she's still learning but it is a simple enough song.

[OOC-I'm actually about to head to bed myself so if insta-slow isn't okay feel free to ignore.]

Orpheus smiles as she approaches, leaning against the bar to listen. (His own guitar is resting against the counter, safely tucked where it's not likely to be jostled too much.)

[ooc: No problem. Insta-slow works for me. :)]

Encouraged and nervous by his attention she continues...
I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind

Her voice is a tad flat and the key slightly off as she's trying to mimic Billy Joe's voice instead of using her own but it's not too bad. Assuming Orpheus does nothing to stop her she'll stop with Brain Stew and not jump into Jaded like they do on the radio.

He lets her play out the entire song and even applauds lightly when she finishes. "What can I get for you?"

"How about a coke?" she says a little breathless as she doesn't really know the tricks to singing and breathing. "Is there any food available?"

He starts to pour her a glass of Coke, glancing over his shoulder toward the kitchens. "I could see about food. What would you like?"

"Cheeseburger?" Yeah, she's predictable.

He laughs as he slides the Coke across to her. "Let me see what I can do," he says, disappearing into the kitchens for a moment.

While she waits she pulls out a copy of The Illiad in Attic Greek that bar gave her and flips to a page half way through. Achilles has finally stopped his pout and the story's getting good.

He comes out a few minutes later with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I believe I've just been chased out of the kitchen by a rat.

"But I also think your burger will be out in a minute."

She marks her place with her finger.

"Thanks. It's funny how territorial the rats are."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they're pissed I even went in there."

And it was totally not because he snagged a sample of some paradoxes while he was there.

"Maybe an offering to placate them?"

"Do they work like that? They're not exactly gods."

"True," she muses. "But no one ever turned down a gift."

"Also true." He smiles. "What sort of offerings do you think rats accept?"

Elrond sees the sign and smiles. He could probably do with a mug of tea and this is too good to pass up. People don't sing as much here as he is used to.

He nods in greeting to the one tending the Bar and then he begins to sing. It's a hymn to the Star-Kindler and he effortlessly lets his voice soar as he sings her praise.

Orpheus leans back against the counter behind him to listen, a smile on his face. It's not a style he hears much, but he certainly enjoys it.

Once Elrond is done, he bows his head and then he looks back up at the Man behind the Bar. Smiling. "I think I would like a mug of tea, please."

"You're quite the gifted musician," Orpheus says, smiling in return, and sets about boiling some water. "Any preference as to blend?"

"Thank you, but I pale against those among my people that really shine," Elrond says modestly. "And something spicy?"

"Then your people must rival the sirens." He chooses something he recognizes as a particularly peppery chai.

"The sirens?" Elrond asks, curiously.

"Creatures with songs so beautiful and entrancing they can lure sailors to crash upon the rocks in an attempt to find their source."

"That sounds unsettling," Elrond says, taking a small sip of his hot beverage. "Although I have heard the voices of my people described somewhat along those lines by Men"

"It is quite unsettling for most sailors, I've been told. Not least because that is their purpose in singing."

"Song used as a snare. Hmm, I can see how that might be possible."

"Possible and effective. Very few have heard their song and lived to tell of it."

Elrond smiles "We had songs that were like that in a way. Songs of war, sung when we went into battle. But they weren't particularly luring."

He takes another sip.

"Where are you from?"

(occ: and off to bed - sloooowtime)

Orpheus nods. He's familiar with those songs as well.

"Greece, originally," he says. "On Earth," he adds, knowing that's not always the case here."

Elrond nods as well. "I have not met anyone from Greece here yet," he says. "But I have met others from Earth. My own home is called Imladris. It is a valley in the world called Arda or Middle-Earth. and my name is Elrond Halfelven." He bows his head politely.

"It's a relatively small country, but there are a few of us around here." Mostly related to him, actually, in one way or another.

He bows his head in return, smiling. "Orpheus of Thrace. It's good to meet you."

"As my people would say, 'a star shines on the hour of our meeting," Elrond replies with a smile.

"An auspicious greeting," Orpheus remarks, glancing briefly at his guitar, leaning against the counter.

"Is that your instrument?"

"It is," Orpheus says with a fond smile for the guitar.

"Would you be willing to play?" He clearly has a musician's love for his instrument, so he ought to be easy to persuade.

"Of course," Orpheus says, smiling as he reaches for his instrument. He never needs much persuading.

"Any preference on theme?"

"Which ever theme pleases you best. Music is a bird that flies the highest on the gusts of strong emotion, I find."

Orpheus nods, thinking for a moment. He starts to strum slowly as he does so, the chords eventually coalescing into a song that evokes the feeling of sunshine on an upturned face.

Elrond enjoys the music fully, his eyes half-closed. There's a soft smile on his face. He can almost feel the sun.

(occ: etreme slow - gone for a day or two. Feel free to fade, if you want to :) )

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