Bye Bye, Blackbird
Bye Bye Blackbird
Summary: Corinne finds Reighner at Spotlights, and he makes a request.
Date: 88 ACH
Related Logs: Lounge Concert

Spotlights Carina - Pyr Hotel
88 ACH 23817 Souls

In the sea of sports, there is a small island of non sports related propaganda. That is Spotlights. Hearkening back to bygone days of flatscreen projected images as entertainment, Spotlights is a dim place, the intimate tables never holding more than four people. The low lighting is broken from time to time by its namesake, occasionally a cone of light sweeping slowly through the area, though the effect on the air, laden with a harmless mist generator is more of the beam of the light visible than shining harshly on anyone. The air is quiet, with the occasional lone piano music heard drifting through the air. The bar is polished glass and chrome, catching and reflecting the light when the two meet, otherwise the subdued offset lights give the place a sensual glow. One wall holds a low curtained stage, which at times draws back, and the spotlights fade, and a classic film plays at scheduled times. The bar serves drinks and food, though the emphasis is on the drinks, and the food is limited. All the glassware is sparkling clean and of crystal. Martini glasses, whiskey tumblers, daiquiri glasses and Brandy Snifters, Spotlights has it all.
Contents: Corinne Reighner Wireless 834

Exits: [DR] Dressing Rooms [O] Out

Reighner is at the bar, nursing a whiskey.

Corinne emerges from the dressing rooms located beyond the stage, her bleary, just-woken-up gaze already on the bar. Nodding to the bartender, she is presented with a bourbon on the rocks once he is finished with his current order. She doesn't sit, but rather leans up against the surface with her stomach, glancing down the bar at the other occupants.

Reighner throws a sidelong glance. He looks back forward and furrows his eyebrows to himself. Another sip.

Corinne takes a long first sip of her drink, regarding Reighner for a moment. Her eyes narrow as he glances forward again. Then she strides up to the seat one down from him, and slides into it.

Reighner doesn't say anything at first, but he unconsciously draws himself a little straighter. He rests his wrists on the edge of the bar and glances at her again. "You look familiar."

Corinne has another sip from her glass, then turns to look at Reighner more closely. "Were you here a week or so ago? I was the entertainment." She sets the glass down, then extends her right hand. "Corinne." No last name.

Reighner's eyes flick up to the air as he tries to recall. "Yes, that must be, then." He shakes her hand loosely. "Matt." His wrist goes back to its original resting place. "Were you here originally?"

Corinne's hand moves from Reighner's to her drink, though she doesn't lift it for another sip. "No, I'm imported goods from the Destiny," she replies with a quick smirk that briefly displays some faint lines of age around her mouth. "How about you? Sports fan?"

"I am," Reighner confirms. "But I work on the Genesis." He smiles politely. "You sound very lovely."

"Thank you," Corinne replies, turning her head forward for a moment. She fills a pause by taking a drink, then sets the glass back down, eyes still forward. "You don't really look like a military man."

The smile turns slightly more genuine. He seems pleased by the observation. He looks forward as well. "How often are you up there?" He gestures with a tilt of his head to the stage.

Corinne turns her head to look at the stage, then resettles her gaze on Reighner's profile. "Last week was my first time up there," she answers, setting her elbow on the bar so she can rest her chin in her hand. "There will be another soon. Do you have any requests?"

Reighner asks, "Do you sing jazz?"

Corinne drops her hand, her head once again supported by her neck. She gives Reighner a strangely amused look, then replies, "Yes. Weren't you here?"

Reighner grins, lopsidedly, and he takes another sip. "I like Bye Bye Blackbird."

"Me too," Corinne says, reaching for her glass. She hums a few bars, her voice a smoky alto. Then she stops, bringing the drink to her lips. "Hard luck stories. Appropriate, I suppose."

Reighner leans forward and listens, shifting his weight so that his upper body's facing her slightly. "What did you do? Before."

"The same thing I do now," Corinne replies, likewise turning inward slightly. "I've worked on the Destiny for several years. Wasn't always the headliner, but no one starts at the top, do they." There's something jaded in her smirk. "What about you, Matt? You a new recruit, or has the military always been your gig?"

"All my professional career," Reighner answers, mirroring some of that attitude. "I'm a scientist."

Corinne's smirk turns into more of a smile that reaches her eyes for a moment. "Ah. That makes much more sense." She flickers her gaze over his upper body, then resumes studying his face.

Reighner smiles wanly. He shifts himself back to the front. "Not a convincing soldier, am I?"

Corinne keeps her torso angled slightly towards Reighner. "No. But I suppose it's a little comforting to know that there's more to the military than the meatheads that come swaggering onto the Destiny on leave." She drinks again, her glass half-empty now.

"They do like to swagger," Reighner answers. He finishes his drink and rests his elbows on the bar. "Well, Corinne, do you know when you're going up again?"

"The dates need to be finalized," Corinne replies with a glance towards the stage. "I can let you know when I find out. So you can plan to get yourself some leave to hear your request." She arches a brow, the opposite corner of her mouth twitching upwards.

Reighner smiles. "I would like that." He puts the far hand on the bar and pushes himself to standing. "You can find me through the wireless. Captain Reighner."

Corinne remains at the bar, watching him rise from his seat. "Aye aye, then, Captain," she replies cheekily. "Have a good night, Matt." She turns to the bartender and says, jerking her chin towards Reighner's empty glass, "Put that on the Destiny's tab. Nick won't mind."

"Thank you, you too," Reighner answers with a larger smile. He pats the back of his chair and walks out.

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