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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael wanders into the bar from the back corridor, dressed all in white. He carries with him his violin, and on a whim brought his recorder with him, as well. He makes his way to the comfortable chair on the left side of the fire and sits down, setting his recorder down on the table beside the chair. Placing the violin to his shoulder, he pauses a moment to decide what to play. He begins playing a light, lilting dance, the melody all glinting sunlight and new leaves, turning in a warm spring breeze.*

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[mogget_cat]

(ooc: G'night! Was wonderfully fun!)

*Yrael smiles to himself, holding up his drink.* She should be glad I did not change shapes in her lap. I was doing her a kindness.

[lvpd_sidle]

An empty shot glass smacks him upside the head. "I heard that!" Sara stomps out of the bar.

[mogget_cat]

*As the shotglass hits him and then shatters upon the floor, Yrael rubs the side of his head ruefully. At least, he does before noticing that the price of the shotglass had been added to his tab.*

HEY!

[lvpd_sidle]

"Oh for god's sake. I'll pay for the fucking glass." Sara throws money in the direction of the bar before leaving. For real this time.

ooc: And I really am leaving now! *snickers*