The ride to Fusion Blues was short and pleasant and soon enough they were pulling up and parking their bikes outside his club.
Nicholas climbed off his bike and pulled his helmet off with a smile. "Here we are!" It was a nice and upscale place, but Nicholas had tried to make it homey and as with as much bayou charm as he could fit into it. He led Jesse in and the moment they were through the door, it smelled like New Orleans inside.