[The girls giggle and fuss a bit before heading to the bar to go order drinks, leaving the two Brits to their own devices.
Cain takes a drag from his cigarette before gesturing to the backdoor. He smells strongly of vanilla and smoke.] Mind if we go out for a smidge? I don't know about you, but I've been in here for damn hours and I'd like to remind myself what fresh air smells like. I've got to play another set in thirty.
[Whether or not Theseus wants to agree to it or not, Cain pushes himself away from the stage and starts making his way to go backstage and make his way out for said fresh air. He already knew what was going on Theseus' head. Not because they're exactly loud thoughts, but because they were unique. They stuck out in the mix of Americans. They stuck out because they were familiar.
The air is brisk and chilly. Clear unlike the muggy and stale are inside the speakeasy.]
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Cain takes a drag from his cigarette before gesturing to the backdoor. He smells strongly of vanilla and smoke.] Mind if we go out for a smidge? I don't know about you, but I've been in here for damn hours and I'd like to remind myself what fresh air smells like. I've got to play another set in thirty.
[Whether or not Theseus wants to agree to it or not, Cain pushes himself away from the stage and starts making his way to go backstage and make his way out for said fresh air. He already knew what was going on Theseus' head. Not because they're exactly loud thoughts, but because they were unique. They stuck out in the mix of Americans. They stuck out because they were familiar.
The air is brisk and chilly. Clear unlike the muggy and stale are inside the speakeasy.]