son, can you play me a memory? Who: Cass and Blues What: Drinking, and telling tales Where: House of Blues When:a little after 7.00 in the evening Warnings: TBD.
Cass returned to New York for a fresh start. She'd promised herself (and her worried parents) that she'd give something other than music a try, this time. And to her credit, she had. And the guys at the firm were great, no problems about that.
It was just...that conversation she had with that guy over the journal (not the crazy fighter named after the Greek god of war. The other one) had got her thinking. About how much she missed music, and playing. And as she stepped through the doors of the bar, she gazed around her, taking in the sights and sounds.
It wasn't quite what they used to play..but it was still pretty damn good.
It didn't take Cass too long to find the bar, and she took a seat. "Tequila Sunrise, please." Yes, it was a girly drink. And no, she didn't care.