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[closed] double date
WHO: Bigby, Elizabeth, Grell, and Ardyn.
WHERE: Hollingberry Field
WHEN: 4/7
WHAT: Double date.
WARNINGS: just my horrible photoshop
[ Elizabeth and Ardyn both received tickets to some raffle for teacher appreciation. A few joking dares on if they'd actually show up lead to an awkward seating arrangement. The grassy hill overlooking the small set up for a famous clarinetist and four people sat own on an oversized plaid blanket. Neither of them backed down from the sly little comments and instead, they actually made a double date out of it. ]
So...
[ They were actually waiting for the performance to start. ]
Err... I didn't think the dare would involve other people but — it looks like we both are too stubborn for our own good.
[ Let's be real, all four of these assholes are stubborn. ]
WHERE: Hollingberry Field
WHEN: 4/7
WHAT: Double date.
WARNINGS: just my horrible photoshop
[ Elizabeth and Ardyn both received tickets to some raffle for teacher appreciation. A few joking dares on if they'd actually show up lead to an awkward seating arrangement. The grassy hill overlooking the small set up for a famous clarinetist and four people sat own on an oversized plaid blanket. Neither of them backed down from the sly little comments and instead, they actually made a double date out of it. ]
So...
[ They were actually waiting for the performance to start. ]
Err... I didn't think the dare would involve other people but — it looks like we both are too stubborn for our own good.
[ Let's be real, all four of these assholes are stubborn. ]
i hate everything
[-says Ardyn, seated on said oversized plaid blanket with just enough room for four people. Not that the man is uncomfortable; it's true he doesn't exactly spend a lot of time sitting on the ground like this, but it's a rare enough occurrence to be a novel concept. He can even overlook the issue of being outdoors for an extended period of time thanks to the pleasant company (namely Grell and Elizabeth, not so much Bigby).
A hand comes up to adjust the brim of his hat, though. Because of course he's wearing the blasted thing.]
And who doesn't enjoy the tune of a good clarinet now and again? [Ardyn pls.]
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Ardyn, on the other hand? Ardyn? Ardyn cuffed the detective with his own pair of fucking handcuffs. the man shouldn't be allowed in the same city as him, let alone sitting down beside him on a double date of sorts.
but other than that minor fact, Bigby is excellent company, thank you very much. ]
Would've preferred a saxophonist, honestly. ―Do you play the clarinet, Ardyn? You seem like the clarinet-playing type. Maybe you should be up there with him.
[ points @ photoshop ]
strolls in finally
I haven't been to something like this in ages - why would you need to dare someone to come out? Hating music that much?
[plus, it's free. you can't argue with free.]
sparkles
Grell is here as some sort of peacemaker while Bigby is simply her other half. She's pleasant and looking forward to the evening, even if it makes her feel 20 years older. ]
Which is your favorite song, Ardyn? Maybe me and Grell can find a vinyl for you when we go out next weekend.
[ When Bigby prods, there's an Eyes Emoji in his direction. ]
W-We just prefer jazz clubs, usually! Orleans on 43rd street has an amazing Saturday night selection.
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Except, well, maybe his words are a bit sharper to Bigby, but that’s nothing new. By now it’s basically expected of him. Example:]
Only if you’re inclined to join me with a saxophone, Bigby. We could steal the spotlight together. Go on tour. That sort of thing.
[But Elizabeth’s question manages to cut off the rest of that ridiculous notion, and Ardyn gives it a moment of sincere consideration before huffing out a laugh.]
A favorite song? That’s like asking a mother to choose a favorite child. [Or he can only assume. He wouldn’t know. Besides, his favorite songs change almost weekly. Did people really have one favorite song?
Eventually, he just decides on something.]
But since you twisted my arm, I’m rather fond of Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now.
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If it made me some money, I might have actually taken that offer up. That and if I knew how to play a goddamn saxophone.
[ Grell makes the most sense with how weird it is that a dare of all things grouped them together today, but it's best not to think too much on that. instead, Ardyn brings up his supposedly "favorite song" and slyly pulls his phone out, searching by the title due to not immediately realizing what it was.
out of nowhere, the actual song begins playing through his phone's speaker at full blast. ]
What... what the fuck is this.
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[said as blithely as possible, though she's fighting laughing at Bigby's reaction. her lips are twitching, and to cover it, she turns to Elizabeth instead.]
Jazz clubs? I could have sworn you haven't mentioned them before, but I'm probably forgetting some talk we had about them that will leave me looking like a fool. Somehow I'm not surprised that it's jazz, though.
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She acts about 10 years younger than she is.
(lbr it's closer to her real age.). ]
N-No. That song — forget the Jazz clubs. Where can we find — hahahaha — more of that? [ She's half busting Ardyn's balls and honestly amused by it. ] Grell, trust me — unless you're there for our once-in-a-blue-moon date, the Jazz clubs just don't see too much use. They're nice for dates, but you need to clear your entire schedule.
[ A look to Ardyn. ]
Maybe we can get the house band to do a cover...
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[Listen, don't make him go into Lecture Mode over this. But at least Ardyn is cognizant enough to not take over the conversation completely. He pauses, adding-]
I have no doubt a jazz cover would be as interesting as the original.
[So there!]
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his wife's obnoxious moment is enough to make him smile for the briefest of moments, even as Grell one-ups Bigby's smartassery and Ardyn attempts to explain the song's meaning. this double date of theirs was turning out to be too much, too soon.
―good thing they had brought some bottles of wine. cue Bigby fetching one out of their bag and popping the cork with little preparation, half tempted to drink straight from the bottle right then and there. he instead does the "proper" thing by pouring it into a glass, going so far as to extend it to one of the two ladies to see who wants it first. Ardyn can serve himself. ]
If it helps, Ardyn... that song seems right up your alley in terms of taste. A jazz cover wouldn't do enough justice.
where'd my notif go :c
Get the right musician, and wonders can happen. With luck, the artist tonight will take requests.
[to save them all, there's movement down the hill by the stage.]
-Oh look! They're going to start soon.
[but Bigby's making an offer, and she takes the bottle with a quiet thank you before pouring her own and then offering it to Liz. a half glass will last her a long while if she's careful, just like the bar crawl.]
cha cha slides in
If the artist takes covers, Ardyn gets first dibs on request. It's only fair, you know.
[ She wants to see what else he can come up with. ]
From the website on the tickets, it says he's played across the city on tour — won 3 "Golden Woodwind" last year and has a 90's album that went platinum.
[ ???? She turns her nose up a bit, taking the wine from Grell before pouring and leaning against Bigby a bit. It's a poor sign of "pls don't let me get toasted". ]
And he's from here, supposedly. I don't remember hearing about him, though.
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[He hasn't pulled his attentions towards the stage just yet. He's waiting for his turn at the wine, thank you very much. Ardyn obviously isn't put-off by the fact that he's the last to have his share, and thus pours himself a glass with his usual unaffected mannerisms. Only when he's done, setting aside the bottle and taking a drink from his glass, does he lift his gaze to the entertainment in the distance.
To offset the so-called "accolades" of this artist, Ardyn waits a beat or two, then can't help but ask rather boldly:]
Do you think anyone here actually paid for their tickets?
[As opposed to getting them for free, like all of them. Because why.]
i am back to revive this thread
once Bigby allows himself the time to soak in their environment and its peaceful nature, he begins to appreciate the company he is in. Ardyn and Bigby may butt heads every now and then, but Grell clearly enjoys his companionship. he wouldn't dare ask what they consider themselves as (yet ― wait for more liquor), though it doesn't take a mind reader or an actual detective to piece it together. ]
Couldn't have all been a prize from a raffle. I don't... think. This city really likes their goddamned raffles.
[ Bigby takes a deep gulp of his wine before sighing and leaning back into one hand, allowing Elizabeth to press up onto his side if she so chooses. his pecs are there to keep her warm and secured. ]
Kind of weird to have a guy playing a clarinet in the outdoors, though. Wouldn't expect the sound to carry that well. Ask Liz about how happy she'd be if this was going on at a cigar lounge.