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Post by DekuNut on Jul 24, 2017 21:33:54 GMT -8
Willie finishes his piece and waves to the crowd. He's not the only one onstage, but he still feels like the applause was meant for him (it wasn't; the applause always goes to the sax player). As one, the four men grab their instruments and strut off the stage to mingle. His phone buzzes again. It'd been doing this all show, and Willy was about done dealing with it. As expected, the Caller ID turned out to be Teddy, bothering him about some ritual or training or something. Disappearing out the back and into the silent alleyway, he answers the phone, "I'm at work, cut me some slack." "Now's not the time to be cutting slack, William," the voice of his teacher scratches out of the phone excitedly, "I got a lead on our murderer. I need you here quickly!" Willie glances at his watch. He won't be performing again for another hour. "I can't show for long, but I'll be there in a few," he clicks off the phone and runs to the lockers, where he locks away his trumpet. Seeing nobody else around, and knowing that there aren't any cameras in the room, he simply... disappears, only a few words spoken as he does so.
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Post by Lupus on Jul 24, 2017 23:03:37 GMT -8
Luke Morgan was pissed that Red Mymph was closed because the bartender was out of town, so he heads to the Electric Jellyfish or whatever the fuck "Whiskey" Luke lays down 10,000 dollars in 20s "send bottles til I'm out of money, then start a tab. I will work off any debt I gather"
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