[it's a good night at Rosolio, to be certain. the chef's not in a temper tantrum, the staff's dramatics are at a minimum, and Emily is happy to be there. they've started her set on the slower side, to give the audience an easier start of things, and she looks calm, content on stage as they bring this one to a close. from the lighting, she can vaguely tell who's in the crowd, but usually she lets herself unfocus and think about just singing to an open room instead. no nerves, that way.
either way, they're probably due for one that the audience can dance to for a bit, and she turns away to confer with the band. it's a good time to grab a drink or order a plate, or hope your favorite gets brought out.
or, in the case of a certain SOLDIER, prepare for what might be coming.]
[ Cloud's been on the look out for entertainment - quelle surprise, with most of his usual options a bit too physically demanding for the taste of medics (despite his high constitution), Cloud is instead looking for some entertainment by checking out the many establishments around the city. Find a hobby, they said! Easy to say when you know where to look. ]
[ He's slipped in, mostly unnoticed. Mostly. He's sure the staff have spotted him, but hopefully this is just a normal establishment, right? ]
[ He's about to cross to the bar, order a drink, soak in the atmosphere. He stops about mid-way, as his eyes focus on the woman on stage. There's a jolt of recognition - he's only seen here a handful of times, but he would have reason to know her, after all - between both being in Sutoku and due to Aerith making sure Emily knew of a strapping young man who could help move supplies when needed. ]
...Emily? [ He says it quietly to himself - hopefully not attracting too much attention. But, well, those wilf blonde tufts of hair are hard to mistake for anyone else, and he's certainly not moving to duck out of sight now that he's been blindsided by Emily on the stage. ]
[it is her, and she doesn't seem to have noticed him yet. in the same respect, if people notice Cloud, they know enough to be respectful of his space and not bug him as a hero. or maybe it's just the attitude of the place, where the music takes priority.
turning back to the crowd, Emily comes back to the microphone with a smile, breathing in.]
I think we could use something a little more upbeat, hm?
[that's the cue for the band to start up their next song, and those that know it are eager to get up and get ready to dance. that said, Cloud is new. Cloud is noticeable, and he's new. and that combined? this crowd is more interested to see if he'll participate over lauding him as a hero.
it's one of the staff, even, who's bold enough to ask - you going to join in? - and from there, Cloud's local fans might start giving him the looks. the ones that mean they are going to pester him for it. it's fun.
[ He's caught, unfortunately, by a few more onlookers and the staff. Everyone seems to be joining in - and he's very quickly getting the impression that if he doesn't join in, he might have to find somewhere else to get a drink this evening. ]
...Fine. [ Is there a smirk at the edge of his mouth? You must be imagining it. ] One dance.
[ An unfortunate reality Cloud finds himself in is that he doesn't dance, but not because he isn't good at it - a certain nightclub known as the Honeybee Inn was quite taken with him, after all. He hears the beats to the song and starts to walk out to the dance floor. ]
[ The drums hit, and Cloud's steps are purposeful, his arms swaying to the beat. He bends to the beat, shimmying back, leaning forward, spinning on foot as the song's intensity picks up. His head snaps and swivels with his body, his hips rotating in lazy circles. At one point he bends back to the point where one would think, rightly, that he would fall over - and he does, landing on one wrist, his legs swinging up before forcefully righting themselves, swinging down with enough force Cloud comes off the floor for a split second before landing on his feet. ]
[ Needless to say, Cloud Strife very quickly ingratiates himself to the crowd the only way he can - through busting his butt on the dance floor. ]
[the crowd loves him to pieces, honestly, and it's clear that they'd badger him for more and more if they could get away with it. really, the cheering is more for him than the song's conclusion, and Emily doesn't mind it, she more laughs before she talks again.]
That really seemed to get you fired up, hm?
[if Cloud doesn't want to dance more, he won't be made to, but Emily still has to finish her set. when it's over, she thanks the audience, and heads off stage to go to the bar, asking for her customary ice water. singing is work that she needs to be hydrated for, after all...and is that Cloud?]
[ Cloud promised one dance, and delivered - he's not a performer.
Well. He doesn't get paid to perform, at any rate. He does however give a quick flourish and maybe the hint of a smirk before he retreats to the bar for the remainder of the set. Cloud's a good customer - he's not here to steal the show and then not at least quench his thirst. ]
[ It does mean when Emily comes off stage to the bar, it's not hard to spot him, that birdlike mess of hair sticking out in every direction - he looks perhaps a bit exhausted from the dance (he was, after all, supposed to be taking it easy-) but raises his half-drained glass in a half-hearted, yet sincere toast. ]
[she grins in delight when she hears his voice, looking up from her water to catch his eye. she hadn't seen him come in - it's hard sometimes, with the lights, and she had to focus on the band - but it's always a pleasure to have someone you know come in and approve of it.]
Thank you - I truly mean it. Have you been here long?
[there are other acts, other moments, and other days mean different music.]
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either way, they're probably due for one that the audience can dance to for a bit, and she turns away to confer with the band. it's a good time to grab a drink or order a plate, or hope your favorite gets brought out.
or, in the case of a certain SOLDIER, prepare for what might be coming.]
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[ Cloud's been on the look out for entertainment - quelle surprise, with most of his usual options a bit too physically demanding for the taste of medics (despite his high constitution), Cloud is instead looking for some entertainment by checking out the many establishments around the city. Find a hobby, they said! Easy to say when you know where to look. ]
[ He's slipped in, mostly unnoticed. Mostly. He's sure the staff have spotted him, but hopefully this is just a normal establishment, right? ]
[ He's about to cross to the bar, order a drink, soak in the atmosphere. He stops about mid-way, as his eyes focus on the woman on stage. There's a jolt of recognition - he's only seen here a handful of times, but he would have reason to know her, after all - between both being in Sutoku and due to Aerith making sure Emily knew of a strapping young man who could help move supplies when needed. ]
...Emily? [ He says it quietly to himself - hopefully not attracting too much attention. But, well, those wilf blonde tufts of hair are hard to mistake for anyone else, and he's certainly not moving to duck out of sight now that he's been blindsided by Emily on the stage. ]
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turning back to the crowd, Emily comes back to the microphone with a smile, breathing in.]
I think we could use something a little more upbeat, hm?
[that's the cue for the band to start up their next song, and those that know it are eager to get up and get ready to dance. that said, Cloud is new. Cloud is noticeable, and he's new. and that combined? this crowd is more interested to see if he'll participate over lauding him as a hero.
it's one of the staff, even, who's bold enough to ask - you going to join in? - and from there, Cloud's local fans might start giving him the looks. the ones that mean they are going to pester him for it. it's fun.
at least one song.]
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[ He's caught, unfortunately, by a few more onlookers and the staff. Everyone seems to be joining in - and he's very quickly getting the impression that if he doesn't join in, he might have to find somewhere else to get a drink this evening. ]
...Fine. [ Is there a smirk at the edge of his mouth? You must be imagining it. ] One dance.
[ An unfortunate reality Cloud finds himself in is that he doesn't dance, but not because he isn't good at it - a certain nightclub known as the Honeybee Inn was quite taken with him, after all. He hears the beats to the song and starts to walk out to the dance floor. ]
[ The drums hit, and Cloud's steps are purposeful, his arms swaying to the beat. He bends to the beat, shimmying back, leaning forward, spinning on foot as the song's intensity picks up. His head snaps and swivels with his body, his hips rotating in lazy circles. At one point he bends back to the point where one would think, rightly, that he would fall over - and he does, landing on one wrist, his legs swinging up before forcefully righting themselves, swinging down with enough force Cloud comes off the floor for a split second before landing on his feet. ]
[ Needless to say, Cloud Strife very quickly ingratiates himself to the crowd the only way he can - through busting his butt on the dance floor. ]
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That really seemed to get you fired up, hm?
[if Cloud doesn't want to dance more, he won't be made to, but Emily still has to finish her set. when it's over, she thanks the audience, and heads off stage to go to the bar, asking for her customary ice water. singing is work that she needs to be hydrated for, after all...and is that Cloud?]
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Well. He doesn't get paid to perform, at any rate. He does however give a quick flourish and maybe the hint of a smirk before he retreats to the bar for the remainder of the set. Cloud's a good customer - he's not here to steal the show and then not at least quench his thirst. ]
[ It does mean when Emily comes off stage to the bar, it's not hard to spot him, that birdlike mess of hair sticking out in every direction - he looks perhaps a bit exhausted from the dance (he was, after all, supposed to be taking it easy-) but raises his half-drained glass in a half-hearted, yet sincere toast. ]
Good set, Emily. [ He means it. ]
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Thank you - I truly mean it. Have you been here long?
[there are other acts, other moments, and other days mean different music.]
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[ He shares a look with the bartender, a shrug of his shoulders and a the ghost of a sheepish smile on his face as he turns to Emily. ]
Kind of got caught up in it. Didn't want to be the only person wallflowering. Seemed like a good way to get on the staff's bad side.