Post by Maestro on Aug 1, 2017 13:43:14 GMT -5
“Oi, Master-O, can you stop? Y’ve been banging on that thing for hours now.”
“I’m not banging, I’m playing, and it’s what your boss pays me for.” Ah, Simon the afternoon bartender. The human equivalent of a never-ending hangover; no wonder he was the afternoon bartender. If he came ‘round at night, the customers would all leave. His fingers continued lazily along the keys, composing as he went along.
“We don’t even pay you!”
“And stop calling me Master-O, it’s Maestro. If you keep mispronouncing it I’ll have to start calling you See-mon, and I just know how you’ll love that.” He cackled and ducked away from the bar rag that that hurtled towards his head as Simon disappeared into the back room. He called out louder, his taunting taking on a melody to match his playing, “How about a drink, See-mon? Is Madam Pixie still behind the bar?”
“No, you’ll have to grab another bottle from the basement if you want it.”
Maestro sighed theatrically, ending his noodling on the piano with a sudden staccato chord. “You ask too much of me, See-mon! Too much!” The musician spun up from his piano bench, crossing the barroom to the closet near the entrance. He whipped out his wand and lit it with a quick Lumos, kicking open the basement door. To his horror, the light at the tip of his wand was immediately greeted by the grinning visage of a bespectacled man in a scraggly goatee. His toothy maw opened to shriek at Maestro before he panicked and slammed the door in the man’s face.
“Gah!” Maestro scrambled backwards, his jump tossing his wand from his hand several steps away. In his panic he barreled into an entering patron. He quickly righted himself, grasping the person he’d run into a little too tightly in his fear. “Sorry, I’m just - what - who - SIMON!” He heard a cackle come from the back room behind the bar, and he scowled. “What the fuck, Simon?!”
“Oh, is the boggart still down there? Didn’t know, when I went down there earlier I thought it was just you.”
Maestro grumbled, dusting himself off and nodding apologetically in acknowledgement to their new guest. “Simon, we have a guest! And you owe her a free drink! Sorry, madam.” Maestro bowed to greet her, picking up his dropped wand in the process. “Excuse my miscreant coworker.”
“I’m not banging, I’m playing, and it’s what your boss pays me for.” Ah, Simon the afternoon bartender. The human equivalent of a never-ending hangover; no wonder he was the afternoon bartender. If he came ‘round at night, the customers would all leave. His fingers continued lazily along the keys, composing as he went along.
“We don’t even pay you!”
“And stop calling me Master-O, it’s Maestro. If you keep mispronouncing it I’ll have to start calling you See-mon, and I just know how you’ll love that.” He cackled and ducked away from the bar rag that that hurtled towards his head as Simon disappeared into the back room. He called out louder, his taunting taking on a melody to match his playing, “How about a drink, See-mon? Is Madam Pixie still behind the bar?”
“No, you’ll have to grab another bottle from the basement if you want it.”
Maestro sighed theatrically, ending his noodling on the piano with a sudden staccato chord. “You ask too much of me, See-mon! Too much!” The musician spun up from his piano bench, crossing the barroom to the closet near the entrance. He whipped out his wand and lit it with a quick Lumos, kicking open the basement door. To his horror, the light at the tip of his wand was immediately greeted by the grinning visage of a bespectacled man in a scraggly goatee. His toothy maw opened to shriek at Maestro before he panicked and slammed the door in the man’s face.
“Gah!” Maestro scrambled backwards, his jump tossing his wand from his hand several steps away. In his panic he barreled into an entering patron. He quickly righted himself, grasping the person he’d run into a little too tightly in his fear. “Sorry, I’m just - what - who - SIMON!” He heard a cackle come from the back room behind the bar, and he scowled. “What the fuck, Simon?!”
“Oh, is the boggart still down there? Didn’t know, when I went down there earlier I thought it was just you.”
Maestro grumbled, dusting himself off and nodding apologetically in acknowledgement to their new guest. “Simon, we have a guest! And you owe her a free drink! Sorry, madam.” Maestro bowed to greet her, picking up his dropped wand in the process. “Excuse my miscreant coworker.”