You had the best view in the whole bar. A view of the stage, the other clientele, the front doors, and the entire bar. The dim lighting around you kept a smooth, laid-back atmosphere. It was calming, watching the trumpeters blare their horns, while the saxophone and clarinet players kept the buttery sounds of their instruments mellow and smooth. Almost buttery, really. It was easy to tell they were talented musicians, who loved what they did.
Nurse between both of your hands was a glass of wine. It felt fitting for the atmosphere, not to mention how nostalgic it all felt around you. It was a pleasant get away from the desert planet outside. It was comforting. These sort of things were a rarity on Gunsmoke, civilized establishments without the chaos of gunfire suddenly erupting. It was serene. βI havenβt seen a pretty face like you around here before.β A raven-haired man cooed.
As he sat down he offered a cocky, crooked grin. Notably, the man was carrying a saxophone case. He stood tall, cladding a well maintained suit, with a purple button up. Your eyes ghosted over his appearance, soaking in his slicked back hair, his sharp eyes. Quirking a brow, he sat in the barstool next to you, leaning up against the counter. When he realized your eyes were on his saxophone case, he couldnβt help himself. βHer names Sylvia. My saxophone.β The man clarified.
βIβm Midvalley, itβs nice to meet youβ¦?β Midvalley offered his hand, tilting his head as he waited for you to respond with your name and grasp his outstretched hand.