Moon Over Bourbon Street<br/>Something Wicked This Way Comes<br/>Jack the Saxophone Player, Mortal?<br/>Mia Payroux, Mastigos Silver Ladder<br/>August 22nd, 2005<br/>Pat O'Brien's Bar<br/><br/>As her drink arrived a bear of a man sat down next to her and sat his saxophone case down in the chair next to him like it was his lover. Sitting back he stretched his powerful frame and for half a second looked more like a bear coming out of hibernation than a man getting moving for the lunch rush.<br/><br/>“Poitin. Make it a double. No ice, add a cube of pineapple with a hint of lime.” said the man as he looked at Mia for a moment and opened his mouth as if to say something. Then closed it as if realizing that that might not be the best thing to say.<br/><br/>“I'd say we have something in common, but our audiences differ. Plus the attention we attract.” said the man absently as the bartender sat down his drink. Stirring it a bit with the cocktail straw, he said, “I reckon that it won't be too long before one of Her agents come in to traipse you off to see her.”<br/><br/>“Jack, don't go disturbing the customers. The boss barely permits you to play outside his shop as it stands. He says yer music is jest too creepy. Plus why is a big ol' boy like you playing the sax? Me thinks you'd probably be better off breaking heads down on the wharf.” said the bartender as he set about washing some glasses.<br/><br/>“Because these hands are an instrument all to themselves and I need 'em to play.” said Jack. “Besides, Natalia doesn't like it rough. She likes it smooth and gentle.”<br/><br/>The bartender only rolled his eyes.