Alisa was not having a good day... at all. She was awoken to Irina thinking she probably did something bad with Nick (though she would not admit such), a slim possibility of her becoming a Champion (more like microscopic in Alisa's eyes), and then Ennie not wanting to see her. She felt very hurt, so much so that she canceled clothing shopping with Nick. Instead, Alisa remained in her new room until nightfall, and went out to her favor spot.
"Papa Gumbo's" was a good jazz club in the quarter, and served some of the best food Alisa ever tasted (next to Corey and Ennie's cooking). She even knew the bar-tender... one of the few kids from Fagan's mob who escaped Katrina... and Fagan's hold before they could. The man was a bit flamboyant, but it never bothered Alisa. After-all... he never made a move on her. She was the wrong gender!
"Awww... not another sad face on such a pretty girl!" The bartender, Louis, said. He placed his hand son his hips looking over at Alisa. "What's the matter, sweetie? Did someone say something to you again?"
"Non, non Louis... ah'm jus' ... well... ah could use sumt'ing good to eat is all." Alisa shook her head, taking a seat on the bar stool and spinning around it slowly.
"Well, sure, kiddo. I can have the cooks make your favorite." he smiled, resting a hand on the bar and looking at Alisa. "You knooowwww... we got a new cutie pie pianist. He's a bit pouty face right now. I think the piano needs a tuning... the actual piano, not him. I mean if it was him..."
"Louis... more den ah needed to ever know!" Alisa rolled her eyes, stopping the bar stool from spinning around anymore. She placed her own hands on the bar, getting off the stool and looking at Louis. "Lemme guess... ah get a free meal if ah fix de piano so it plays proper like?"
"You know me too well, honey! Tit for tat!" He chuckled, reaching out to ruffle Alisa's hair, despite the fact it made her flinch some. "Sorry Tinker... I'll go put in your order. You go backstage and work on the Piano."
"Oui, Louis... t'anks." She sighed, putting her hand sin her blue jean over-alls as she walked backstage of the club. Everything was behind a posh looking purple velvet curtain. It did not take her long to reach the grand piano on the stage, and open it up to take a peek inside.
Just touching the piano gave her it's workings. It was not an electrical machine like the other things she worked on, but a piano was still a kind of machine... just man powered.
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