<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>"Eh, I'm not huge on jazz, so I'm not particularly sure, to be honest." He scratched the top of his head. "I dunno, she sings Ella Fitzgerald and stuff like that?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Oh, excellent taste! She started out in Big Band, you know? Though she didn't get really famous until later."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>He shrugged. "Anyway, it's tonight, local, anyway. We'll go together later..."<br/><br/>((I'll skip ahead.))<br/><br/>Chris spent the day doing very little with and without Ptricia, wandering around the markets and shops. When the time came, he headed to the venue, a small, 100 or so capacity cafe. Rayn was was waiting for them there, and she threw her arms around him, hugging him gleefully. "Thanks for coming!" she said cheerily, releasing him after a moment to turn to Ptricia. "You too. And I want to take tonight as another chance for us to make up ,so maybe we could go for a drink after or something?" She shrugged. "Up to you. I need to run and get changed, anyway."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"It's fine. The only reason I got my hackles up when we first met was because I thought you were harming Chris. Besides, the way you held up your end of the fight at the cafe was impressive. I figure since we both have the same goal in mind, protecting Chris, we should be friends. So I'll gladly take that drink. And I'm looking forward to hearing you sing scat style."