Soft strains of melody filled the portion of Purgatory known as Heaven. Tapered fingers deftly moved over the keys, sliding with a magic and warmth. The song was happy and oddly uplifting in its sweetness. Considering the musician playing the baby grand, it was shocking. The end of the song came quickly and fell away into the polite silence of the lounge area. Ethusiastic clapping and approval started immediately when the sound of the piano ended.
"Merci, all of you for indulging me. I bid you adieu," Stefan said with a charming smile. Rising from the bench, he turned away and drifted towards the stairs. An elegant three piece suit in light gray and rich cream followed every line of his body to utter perfection. The expensive clothing was tailor made to his lean, lithe frame and showed off his firm, graceful body completely. Soft leather boots in a matching shade of gray hugged his calves and allowed him to move in utter silence to the ground floor. Approaching the bar, he loosened the ponytail from the nape of his neck and let ebony strands of hair flow freely over his shoulders.
"Scotch, on the rocks," the angel said to the bartender on duty.
"No bourbon, bossman?" Jacques asked with a lift of his brow. He filled a glass and slid it down the bar towards Stefan. The owner and manager of Purgatory caught it nimbly and sipped appreciatively of the smooth beverage.
"Not tonight, Jacques. Tonight, I drink for the pleasure of others, not my own," Stefan remarked cryptically. Noting the time, he sighed and enjoyed his drink before he was due at home to pick up Rhiannon. He didn't have to meet Bastian for hours yet and he needed something warm in his stomach before the night consumed him. Humming softly under his breath, Stefan leaned against the bar and noted the considering looks Jacques kept giving him.
"No, Jacques. I don't want to discuss it. The ladies on the end require your services," Stefan replied. Jacques sighed, smiled, and headed to the other end of the bar. Stefan craddled the half-empty glass in his fingers while his clear blue eyes lazily roamed over the crowd.
Nights like this made him hunger for a good hiding place or at least more alcohol. Bastian, every year. It's the same. Ah, Rhiannon. At least this year I have you with me to dull the edge. Please, love, keep me sane tonight.