Exton

Two more songs and the first set is at its end. They play one slow piece and Ike nudges a thought into Ob's head. Transylvania by Iron Maiden? Ob nods and she leans close to Keon as she switches guitars. She asks him if he knows the song and he grins. It is the first smile she has seen on the Hound's face since he entered the bar.

Leaning to the mike, she grins as she straps on the guitar. "Can ye keep up Ol' Man?"

Keon's voice lilts as he laughs, his brogue a rich tenor.

"Lead on, Lass."

He hits the first chord and Ike's fingers fly over the strings. As they play a breeze seems to pick up, playing with the strands of Ike and Ob's long hair. Keon's braid seems to unravel by unseen fingers. The moving air picks up their heavy manes and blows the hair back from their faces, haloing them in moving strands. Lost in the music, they do not see the door open and a cloaked figure slip inside.

The song ends, the breeze with it, and Ike bows to Keon. Leaning into the mike, she murmurs softly. "And with that, we take a short break..."

Keon high fives her as she steps off the stage and heads to the bar. Monty is serving a redheaded were who is wantonly flaunting herself at him. She slides onto a stool at the end of the bar, watching him smile and still refuse the woman's phone number.

When he leans over the bar, she smiles sweetly. "Water, no lemon, please Monty." She runs a finger along his chin. "I like the new shape. I'll like it even better if the same man is inside..?"