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[color=9e0b0f][h1]I Put A Spell On [i]You[/i][/h1][/color][/center]

[color=9e0b0f]"Are you here for open mic night?"[/color]

The boy speaking to Bianca had approached in total silence - an impressive feat when taking into account the brisk, confident walk and the food cart preceding him. Said cart had slowed to a stop to the left of the piano, and the boy ducked underneath one of Bianca's wings so as to not be blinded by the angelic appendages. He was clearly a member of the wait staff, despite lacking the white coat and bow tie of a waiter or bellboy. Instead, he wore the same black t-shirt and vest as the bartender of the lounge did, though unlike the bartender, he also wore a pair of fingerless black gloves; where the left glove ended, a long sleeve of gauze began, running all the way up from the boy's wrist to his tricep. 

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wd1-HM234DE]He stared at Bianca for a long moment, then grinned sheepishly.[/url]

[color=9e0b0f]"Sorry, because if you are,"[/color] he said, reaching up with the bandaged arm to play with his hair. It was long and thick, brushed over his shoulder in a sort of unbound ponytail; oddly, the tips of his hair seemed to fade from chestnut to a bloody red that appeared natural instead of dyed. He twirled the crimson hairs around one finger idly. [color=9e0b0f]"You're gonna have to wait until Sunday. It's on the pool deck starting at 9. You can't really miss it."[/color]

Deep golden eyes looked at Bianca apologetically for a second, then blinked. 

[color=9e0b0f]"It doesn't look like you've been helped yet, ma'am. Whoops,"[/color] he said suddenly, as if the blink had triggered something in his memory he was supposed to be doing. [color=9e0b0f]"I'm Jer. Part of the wait staff. Welcome to the [i]Sleipnir[/i] lounge. Has anyone here tried harassing you about our specials yet?"[/color]