tombolo (tombolo) wrote in theunboundic, @ 2019-06-11 19:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! time: may 15 - june 11, ciara byrne, courtenay auster, henri danior |
Every night we throw this little soiree
Who: Courtenay, Henri, & Ciara
What: A first trip of many
When: Evening, Friday June 3rd
Where: Main bar at Antoine's Blues Palace
Beau certainly undersold this place. A lounge in town with the occasional music act, my eye. Antoine's is a pleasure house or I am a flea-bitten herdsman. Courtenay waited just inside the door, having traded his linen suit for something a little more suitable for a night out. The crisp white shirt stood out against the fine pin-stripes on his black trousers, vest and tie, the silver chain of Adaline's watch shining even in the low light. His cane for the occasion was his ebony, the handle shaped like a airship and with scenes of clouds and birds carved down the first foot or so of length.
"Well, we wanted a night of entertainment, and I think we found the right place." Courtenay looked down to the hound sitting at his side, who surveyed the room with bright eyes. "Isn't that right?" The growly cough that came from Raymonde's throat signaled that he'd rather be elsewhere. "You be good." Court admonished the orange and white dog. "Hey, maybe the bartender will have a treat for you." Raymonde's eyes went wide at the word and he stood up, tail wagging.
Courtenay began making his hobbling way towards the bar, admiring the...scenery along the way. I do believe these are some of the bedmates I've read about. Yes, I think I will indeed like it here. Glynn just might be the kind of place to help get my head in the right place again.