[Disclaimer: Any and all songs used in this RP are NOT original songs. All credit goes to their respective artists (bless their talented souls <3)]
Aella Rose
The Last Chance Lounge.
It was an odd name by any standards for a bar, and no one could really say for sure where it had gotten its eccentric designation from either. It had been around for as long as, if not longer, than the rest of the businesses which it shared the street with, and had carved out a respectable niche for itself amongst the lineup of various restaurants, bars, boutiques, and specialty stores. Its exterior was generously windowed, although the relative dimness of the interior gave it a sense of privacy in spite of that fact during the day. At night however, the heart of the bar was lit with mellow ambient lighting, offset by splashes of color which the multicolored lights hanging over each individual table gave off. The sign perched atop the building advertised the name of the lounge in bright hues of blue and fuchsia in flowing italics – colorful enough to catch the eye, yet at the same time, managing to avoid the appearance of gaudiness. It was a respectably classy joint – depending on the particular crowd of the night, of course – and it used that to maintain its prominence over the slew of other bars which peppered the massive city of Lamenolai.
A young woman sat alone at a small, raised round table off to the side of the room, a good vantage point from which to read the lay of the floor. Various tables and booths lined the perimeter of the lounge, but there was ample open space – in fact, more than ample – in front of the side of the room where the bar was located to make room for the decently-sized stage which hugged the back wall of the establishment. More often than not, after the hour of five in the evening, that stage was occupied by one of any number of different artists, ranging from small rock bands to solitary indie performers. The variety of performers was wide, but the one thing that they all had in common was talent. The Last Chance Lounge prided itself on hiring only the most promising of up-and-coming artists, and as such, the bar was a popular spot for talent agents and music enthusiasts alike to frequent. On top of all that, the food and libations offered were popular with the local crowd as well, so all-in-all, it was the perfect place for unlikely acquaintances to meet and mingle.
Currently, the stage was occupied by a small cover band, and the evening crowd was just beginning to filter in through the doors. It wasn’t uncommon for the rush to begin well before 5pm on a Friday night, after all, and the tables and booths were beginning to fill slowly as the songs rolled by. Unlike most of the rest of the clientele though, the lone woman nursed only a mug in her hand which contained hot tea infused with lemon and honey. An odd drink for this hour of the evening, but judging by the way she was perusing the room, she wasn’t exactly just another normal customer either. She was dressed in a pair of faded, ripped jeans with a pair of knee-high brown boots, her shirt a simple V-necked blouse which faded in a gradient from a faint peony pink at the hem to snow white at her neck. Warm, honey-hued hair tied in a bun of intricate knots framed a delicate face in which a pair of startlingly turquoise eyes were set, along with a diminutive nose and lips upon which a secretive half-smile always seemed to linger. She seemed pensive as her gaze searched the room, although at the same time, it didn’t seem as if she were looking for anything or anyone in particular.
“Miss Rose, you go on in fifteen. Is there anything else I can get you?”
Aella’s trance was broken as she glanced over at the staff member who had approached her. “I’m fine, thanks.” All it took was a smile and a gentle reassurance for the man to bob politely and leave her to her own company once again. If she was nervous, it didn’t show on her face (or, at least she hoped that it didn’t). To be honest, this would be the first time she would be performing in a venue of this size and stature – it made the name “Last Chance Lounge” an ironic one for her in particular. She, an artist who until today, had been performing in smaller, less well-known bars around town such as George’s and Trough & Bottle. It still amazed her to think that it had been less than a week since she’d been approached after a show and offered a gig here at the Lounge. Albeit, it was on a “trial only” basis, but it was a step – and a big one – in her career. If they liked her here…well, it wouldn’t do to dwell on the “what-if’s” before she even knew whether she had a shot. Still though, she had another fourteen minutes to dream about it before her fate was decided, so she went back to her sport of scanning the faces around the room, knowing that no matter how it went, tonight would be a night that would be seared in her memory for the rest of her life.
Aella Rose
The Last Chance Lounge.
It was an odd name by any standards for a bar, and no one could really say for sure where it had gotten its eccentric designation from either. It had been around for as long as, if not longer, than the rest of the businesses which it shared the street with, and had carved out a respectable niche for itself amongst the lineup of various restaurants, bars, boutiques, and specialty stores. Its exterior was generously windowed, although the relative dimness of the interior gave it a sense of privacy in spite of that fact during the day. At night however, the heart of the bar was lit with mellow ambient lighting, offset by splashes of color which the multicolored lights hanging over each individual table gave off. The sign perched atop the building advertised the name of the lounge in bright hues of blue and fuchsia in flowing italics – colorful enough to catch the eye, yet at the same time, managing to avoid the appearance of gaudiness. It was a respectably classy joint – depending on the particular crowd of the night, of course – and it used that to maintain its prominence over the slew of other bars which peppered the massive city of Lamenolai.
A young woman sat alone at a small, raised round table off to the side of the room, a good vantage point from which to read the lay of the floor. Various tables and booths lined the perimeter of the lounge, but there was ample open space – in fact, more than ample – in front of the side of the room where the bar was located to make room for the decently-sized stage which hugged the back wall of the establishment. More often than not, after the hour of five in the evening, that stage was occupied by one of any number of different artists, ranging from small rock bands to solitary indie performers. The variety of performers was wide, but the one thing that they all had in common was talent. The Last Chance Lounge prided itself on hiring only the most promising of up-and-coming artists, and as such, the bar was a popular spot for talent agents and music enthusiasts alike to frequent. On top of all that, the food and libations offered were popular with the local crowd as well, so all-in-all, it was the perfect place for unlikely acquaintances to meet and mingle.
Currently, the stage was occupied by a small cover band, and the evening crowd was just beginning to filter in through the doors. It wasn’t uncommon for the rush to begin well before 5pm on a Friday night, after all, and the tables and booths were beginning to fill slowly as the songs rolled by. Unlike most of the rest of the clientele though, the lone woman nursed only a mug in her hand which contained hot tea infused with lemon and honey. An odd drink for this hour of the evening, but judging by the way she was perusing the room, she wasn’t exactly just another normal customer either. She was dressed in a pair of faded, ripped jeans with a pair of knee-high brown boots, her shirt a simple V-necked blouse which faded in a gradient from a faint peony pink at the hem to snow white at her neck. Warm, honey-hued hair tied in a bun of intricate knots framed a delicate face in which a pair of startlingly turquoise eyes were set, along with a diminutive nose and lips upon which a secretive half-smile always seemed to linger. She seemed pensive as her gaze searched the room, although at the same time, it didn’t seem as if she were looking for anything or anyone in particular.
“Miss Rose, you go on in fifteen. Is there anything else I can get you?”
Aella’s trance was broken as she glanced over at the staff member who had approached her. “I’m fine, thanks.” All it took was a smile and a gentle reassurance for the man to bob politely and leave her to her own company once again. If she was nervous, it didn’t show on her face (or, at least she hoped that it didn’t). To be honest, this would be the first time she would be performing in a venue of this size and stature – it made the name “Last Chance Lounge” an ironic one for her in particular. She, an artist who until today, had been performing in smaller, less well-known bars around town such as George’s and Trough & Bottle. It still amazed her to think that it had been less than a week since she’d been approached after a show and offered a gig here at the Lounge. Albeit, it was on a “trial only” basis, but it was a step – and a big one – in her career. If they liked her here…well, it wouldn’t do to dwell on the “what-if’s” before she even knew whether she had a shot. Still though, she had another fourteen minutes to dream about it before her fate was decided, so she went back to her sport of scanning the faces around the room, knowing that no matter how it went, tonight would be a night that would be seared in her memory for the rest of her life.