Scanlan & Jyn
Scanlan hadn’t noticed anyone approach, too busy stacking tambourines and passing them over to the rest of the group. Then a voice spoke up and Scanlan glanced toward the edge of the stage to see a young woman he didn’t recognize. A beautiful woman, he noted, but tucked that information aside for now. He was trying not to be mister Casanova these days. To a professional flirt, he could tell her expression did not show any inclination in that direction.
Still, he grinned and came down to the front of the stage. “You’re welcome. We could be more polished, but it’s not too shabby for a handful of musicians who just found each other in a pub.” He looked a bit proud, then sat himself down on the raised platform. From this position, the stage giving Scanlan a high boost, they were nearly eye to eye.
“Scanlan Shorthalt, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he held out his hand, and even in his sincerity he came across a little mischievous. “Could I get your name?”