Jace Caffrey (streetpunk) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-12-17 14:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [12] december, george, jace |
WHO: Jace and George
WHEN: December 17, 2019; afternoon
WHERE: The courtyard.
WHAT: Music and stuff.
RATING: Medium, maybe?
CHALLENGE: <3
So, the courtyard definitely wasn’t warm. But it wasn’t snowing either, and Jace didn’t want to be in a building right now. Got that way sometimes, where walls were just, constricting, if that was the right word. He blamed it on years of being outside, in the NYC parks, but probably it was a just a quirk. He’d never put a ton of thought into, not really. Besides, only so many people came through the Horsemen in the middle of the afternoon, and he in a mood where running into people sounded awesome. It helped that he’d cranked the portable cd player from the bar, so if nothing else people would have to talk to him to tell him to turn down the noise. Not that he thought it was noise. It was legitimately the best music ever, in his opinion. All the classic rock, and early punk he could find on one cd. None of that easy listening shit. Or country. It had it’s merits, sure, but it took a certain mood to appreciate that genre of music. Sprawled along a low wall, he kicked his heel against the brick in time with the beat of song, pulling the hat he’d scrounged up further down to cover his ears as he hummed along. He didn’t have a great voice, nothing spectacular anyway, but he was better than some people, and it used to get him paid easy enough. He missed street performing. Missed the attention. No one really seemed to care about the antics he got up to around here. Well, maybe not no one, but a very small handful of people. He was pretty sure half of those hadn’t even learned his name. Not that he cared, he could totally live with being the redhead, juggling bartender. Even that showed that people at least remembered him. The song, something by Nirvana, hit the chorus and he belted it out along with Kurt. |