[Sodium_noir] The Song's of Someone Tempted (Raindogs)

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Ariñe, Booker, Raindog, Spyder, and Adonis 
Pooka, Piano man, Sidhe, Sluagh, Satyr 
Raindogs 


> I got a bad feelin, my baby, my baby don't love me no more. 
> I got a bad feelin, my baby don't love me no more. 
> Now, the sky's been cryin, 
> The tears rollin down my nose." 
> 
>  
> Raindog stood while the song was sung, a rare sight it must be said. But as 
> she sang, Ariñe could see a change come upon him. His shoulders relaxed and 
> some of the weariness left his face. He seemed, as the tune went on, more 
> Sidhe-like, more regal. The awe and splendour of his kith, something not entirely 
> as overwhelming in him as with others, seemed to peek thought he surface 
> just a little. The banality of sorrow and heavy responsibility seemed to be 
> lessened while he shared in her Glamorous performance.



Ariñe turned around again towards Booker and Raindog after letting the 
audience take the song from her. Her eyes lit on Raindog. She knew now that she had 
never forget those numbers, those good old originals. If she sang nothing else 
some night she'd at least have to do one of those. She smiled warmly at 
Raindog then slide down next to Booker as he continued to play. 

"Sunday Kind of Love, do Miss Etta proud and then something more upbeat. I'll 
follow you." 

She stood up again and moved back to the front, her hips swaying with the 
rythym of fingers on keys. She stopped ever so briefly when...


> 
> And then a false dawn lit up the Bar. Another Sidhe entered and her Kenning 
> caught it immediately. The breathe almost caught in her throat even before 
> she had fully turned to see him and his sheer presence filled the place.
>  
> Silver haired and handsome as they came. In black silk shirt and tight 
> trousers with a Silvery tie. In his Fae Mien the clothing was similarly coloured 
> but far more exuberant. Cloak and finery of black with elaborate silver 
> embroidery. On his arm rested a Chimerical hawk of some description. 
> 


Admittedly she had been initially stopped by this guy and probably would be 
fighting anytime (she always faught) but her mind couldn't help but slip in one 
sly little comment.

"gee, wonder what house he belongs to."

Her thoughts continued but were stopped momentarily by Raindog.
 

> "Mordraine!" She heard the name on a whisper and it took a moment to 
> realise it was Raindog who had spoken it. He stared very harshly at the stunningly 
> handsome man who had just entered his Freehold.
> 

It took her a moment before she could make her body do what her mind wanted 
it to do, which only frustrated her thoughts further. when she did turn around 
just enough to look at Raindog her eyes darted back to Mordraine immediately. 
She knew the body language, the posture, this guy wasn't exactly welcome. But 
she also knew that this place was to be nutral for everyone and so she had to 
maintain that for herself and because she could see the rest of the bar infrot 
of her she also knew she needed to bring things back again.
 

> The rest of the Bar either gawped in admiration or barely contained envy. 
>  
> Now this, this was a Sidhe!
> 
> 
> 

She struggled a moment again, though it was barely even a moment it felt like 
an eternity. She closed her eyes and began to sing,

"I want a Sunday kind of love"

She held onto this line, letting love slip out long and cool, smooth, eyes 
with the worlds brothels waiting inside opening right on that sidhe, Mordraine. 
She hadn't meant to. She didn't want to. She wasn't supposed to look at him. 
That was for the audience, not him but he being what he was she hadn't any 
choice. She wasn't going to let that throw her though. She faut through it without 
slipping in front of their audience. She hated the thought but she knew she 
had to hold him for the next line as well. She had to for their performance. 
She felt guilty doing it even though there was nothing offically going on with 
Malone. She was concerned about him. She'd wanted that look for him alone, in 
reality anyway. On stage it was different and she didn't really believe it was 
a problem or that he had any say anyway even if there was something, 
whatever... There wasn't time for those thoughts anyway.

"And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight"

Now her gaze could leave the man.


"And I want a Sunday kind of love"
A love to last past Saturday night"

I want a a love that's on the square
Can't seem to find somebody
Someone to care
And I'm on a lonely road that leads to no where
I need a Sunday kind of love"


She let their playing fill the room again. 


"I do my Sunday dreaming, Oh yea
And all my Sunday scheming 
Every minute, every hour, every day

Oh I'm hoping to discover
A certain kind of lover
Who will show me the way" 

As Booker's and her own playing twirled about she watched over the audience 
and then to Raindog. 

"And my arms need someone 
Someone to enfold
To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold
Love for all my life to have and to hold
Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea yea yea

I don't want a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday, Friday or Saturday
Oh nothing but Sunday 
I want a Sunday Sunday
I want a Sunday 
I want a Sunday
I want"

A short pause while her eyes find Malone. She was soft, certainly seductive 
but it was completely genuine so somehow it was gentle but for most of them it 
simply was part of the performance. She sang the last line right to him,

"I want a Sunday kind of love"

She was also beginning to realize how true that really was.

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