🎵 𝄞 🎸 𝄫 🎷🎶 🎻 (jukejoint) wrote in repose, @ 2019-12-30 21:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, burden bell, cass reynaud |
[Mean-Eyed Cat: Burden & Cass]
Who: Burden & Cass
What: Who knows?
Where: The Mean-Eyed Cat
When: An evening
Warnings/Rating: Doubtful
The Mean-Eyed Cat was plenty crowded, but that was normal given the time of year. Folks liked drowning their sorrows during the holiday season, and misery loved company. Tonight, it was warm in the wood-paneled space, and Burden was tending bar until closing.
He stood behind the counter, dressed unremarkable, his jean jacket shucked off hours ago and tucked beneath the bar. He was singing along with a real old classic as he poured one out for a girl in a sweater that wasn't thick enough for the weather outside. And he had a real good voice, did Burden. Pitch perfect and crystal clear, and that was evident even with the balls at the pool table clanking against each other.
Speaking of the pool table, there was a game going on there for money. Burden, he didn't so much as blink about it. He didn't see a thing wrong with it, and he wasn't afraid to toss folks out if they needed it. For now, he just kept an eye on the pool table as he filled drinks, and he switched songs when Johnny did, singing along just as pure. And he was watching, and don't you think he wasn't. Father Amos, he had a lot to say about this town, a lot of interest in the moving of demons here. There had even been whisperings of Hellhounds and a Hellgate, and, more recently, whispering about the Devil himself hanging out hereabouts. Burden, he reckoned if the Devil was willing to go to Georgia, then Repose probably wasn't real out of the question.