Who: Jimmy and Brenna. (Taliesin and Badb) What: Awakening the lovely goddess from her drug-induced stupor. Where: Park. When: Saturday afternoon.
It was probably still too cold for him to venture outside and go play in a park like all the big boys did, but after wrapping himself in a coat (that wasn't his leather one) and wrapping a scarf around his neck, he looked in the mirror, jumped up and down a few times and called it good. Not that his efforts would matter - Sam probably still would have his hide for it. All the more reason to torture him with chicken and brown rice tonight and then throw a gig in his face. Apollo wouldn't be able to resist. And so it was decreed, by both Jimmy and Taliesin, the guitar case taken out of his room and straight down the park. He'd have to enjoy it too, because if Taliesin's hunches were right (and they usually were) it could be one of the last times he'd get away with this without attracting too much attention. Which was all good for the God, but not so much up to Jimmy's alley.
He made sure to stick to the older songs of his repertoire and occasionally smiled or nodded during his songs for the tips people threw into his guitar case. Wow. If they kept this up, he might be able to afford himself a coffee and a bagel after all. Amazing. Cheap, Taliesin reminded him. Of course, Jimmy corrected. Amazingly cheap, it was. But the people came and went, all but one. And she looked out of it. Really ... looked out of it. But while Jimmy was wondering if she should be outside at all, Taliesin was urging for him to pack up his guitar now now now now ... He gave in.
Just don't be a dick.
After shoving bits and bobs into his pockets, he picked up his guitar and walked over to the bench, with another repeated warning from Jimmy - don't be a dick don't be a dick don't be a dick ... "Hello."