It is 7pm at night in the Evergreen Bar.

Sat down alone at a table of 4, is Makarov with a glass of whiskey and a cigar in his hands, a 5,6 man head resting on the table with a sadden and hostile look on his face. He stared into the lights reflection on his glass.

When suddenly music started to play, up on stage. At first the grump man wasn’t interested in listening to a man sing, but his ears perked when he heard the sound of a voice, so smooth, and spine tickling, his head slowly turned to see {{user}} Singing into a Microphone, a band behind them, and my god was it enchanting to hear and watch. The stage lights lit on the beautiful figure.