Turn 1 - All that Jazz

[Zed]

The Blue Heaven Ballroom is one of the more upmarket and prestidgious night clubs and jazs halls in Boston. Entry is expensive, at least $20 a night and its classy, Tuxedos, though you can get in with a Tie. Try without and you'll be on your face in the sidewalk.

The music is hot. In fact the Blue Heaven arguably attracts "The" best jazz players and session muscisians. Richard DeLoon oft sits listening to the masters play well through the night. Occasionally he stands in, playing the piano for the masters. Tonight though, he sits in a very crowded club watching and tapping his fingers in time to the music.

The hooch is genuine too. A fact that doesnt pass Luther by. Luther sits at a table next to Richard's and downs yet another shot of whiskey. He grabs the arm of one of the waiters and points to the glass. "Yessir, Yessir boss" the waiter mumbles as he scoots off to fill the glass for the seemingly drunk Texan.

Its almost 11pm. The Club is packed to capacity, a fact that makes Frank comfortable. He scans the room again for his mark, a small time newspaper editor supposedly cheating on his wife, and skimming money from the paper. The latter being the more concerning crime. His presence in the club would make people nervous, afterall, serving hooch was illegal.

Another man enters the club and is shown to the table where Richard sits. "Excuse me sir, the club is full tonight, would you object to this gentleman sitting with you?" Richard shakes his head and soon Alex Shanks finds himself seated next to the muscician, a glass suruptisiouly placed in front of him and filled with the pale liquor. Seconds go by and another man is shown to the table with more apologies. Wearing Tweed, Richard and Alex both immediately assume hes a bookish kind. "Good Evening gentlemen" - a slight French accent shows as Jaques takes a seat. "I apologise for this interruption, but it seems the club is busy tonight"

At the table next to the three strangers sits a well appointed man, though his demeanor suggests he is a little highly strung. With him, and opposite him (a chair between them) sits his understudy Jonathan Henderson. Still suprised at the offer of his boss - one Pete Manusco of the accountants firm Manusco accounting - to accompany him this evening. Though, for the past 3 hours Pete has continually indicated the chair next to him was reserved and has said nothing, Jonathan is convinced his boss is only half listening - if at all - to the band.

The night is in full swing, the band - "The 5-Stars" are in full swing belting out an excellent rendition of "Doctor Jazz", shortly the song finishes and the band smoothly move into "Clarinet Marmalade"

As the song progresses a door opens and a short black man, carrying a shiny trumpet emerges. He totters forwards a little, coming to a halt between the accountants table and the table of Richard. Richard immediately recognises him as Leroy Turner. A trumpeter of exceptional talent. Turning to Manusco he says "Si, I got me lost backstage. Uh, would you be so kind as ta let me by? I really apologise for askin".

Without a blink Manusco snaps at Turner, perhaps a little too loudly "Find some other way, boy, or i;ll have you thrown out!"

[Actions?]

 

[Brutus]

Luther raises is head for a moment looking towards the man so rudely spoken too, despite his southern lineage his is not however in any way racist, and perhaps has a more enlightened view of others than most.

Easing himself back on his chair, the creak audible in the silence cast from the raised voice Luther sips from his whiskey glass in one hand and gently thumbs his stetson up slightly with his other, saying as much to himself as those nearby: "There is a talented man, the one with the manners I mean to say", looking at the new arrivals for a moment Luther remebers his manners, or lack thereof.

"You gentlemen are more than welcome here, my appologies at having forgotten, I do not transpire to suppose whom that loud gentleman is over there?" He says looking from strange face to strange face, his lips finding his glass once more as he waits for an answer.....

 

[Cadfiel]

Jacques turns sharply at the loud voice, almost a flinch then quickly looks back as the brazen Texan speaks. His eyes quickly break contact with both the well apointed man and the champion of the recently arrived musician, as if not wishing to get involved.

Quietly, barely audiable under his breath you hear a brief sigh.

Jacques looks around seeing if there is indeed another way for the Musician to get round or he himself is in the way. Briefly he looks as if he's going to move, then appears to change his mind before again looking around once more, finally returning his attention sheepishly to the glass in front of him. He quickly gulps back a large mouthful.

OOC: Is jacques directly in the way?

 

[Gottaa]

Nodding curtly to Luther, Richard rises slowly from his chair and it looks like it took more effort than perhaps it should.
"That sir is indeed a talented man"
He cricks his neck from one side to the other and you hear a *click* in each direction

OOC : He's looking around subtley for the more physical employees. A bad mood and too much drink do not make good bed fellows.

He slides his chair under the table and motions to Leroy
"You can get to the stage through here Mr Turner, I'm eager to hear that horn"

OOC: If by this point Richard has seen any of the more physical members is aware of the possible problem he will add

"And perhaps this man would like to go and find his missing companion and leave us to enjoy this music"

 

[Zeus]

Alex has seen situations like this escalate all too quickly, all too often. The agressor, Manusco, was clearly looking for a fight, and might not stop till he found one. With a slight sigh, Alex tenses himself and subtley scans the 2 tables for improvisational weapons. a glass might not be the best weapon, but it could sure do some damage in a pinch. He has no intention of getting involved if he can help it, but if things get messy he wants to be at least slightly prepared to help the victims.
"There is a talented man, the one with the manners I mean to say" the man opposite Alex says.
On hearing Luthor's words, Alex almost groans - knowing that thats the first stage of the escalation. He's relieved to see that Richard at least is being more concilatory.

(ooc: i assume i dont actually know these people's names, i'm just using them so its obvious who i mean )

 

[Sorontar]

Frank looks over to where the raised voices come from, scanning to see if anything develops where he would be required.

As people start responding and looking a little edgey he pays a little more attention to the incident, although he always has one eye looking for his real target.

OOC: I am taking it that I am away from the action point in a position where I can observe the whole room ( left wall perhaps?)

 

[Brutus]

Luther smiles to himself looking about the room a little more, satisfied that he will have aggrivated the rude and pointless little man, at least to his mind anyway.

"I think the management might just resolve this gentlemen, no sense getting our suits dirty..." Luther states easing forwards into his chair and proffering his drink under the brim of his hat to his lips once again, a slight intake of breath escaping as the potent liquid fell past his throat.

Looking up once again Luther had the feeling that he might just be using all that military experience again tonight, he wondered to himself how long it would be before officer O'Leary was asking h.m to "come along nicely now"....he was not in the mood for a fight though, he wanted music and decided against standing up and solving the problem himself.

 

[Zed]

OOC yes. Your positioned to see everything or as much as possible.

 

[Zed]

Observing the overly rude man you can tell the following...

[Psychology Checks]

Richard, Jaques and Alex are close enough to see that the man, although rude, is more jumpy and nervous rather than simply angry or looking for a fight. Something has him worried.

The rest just see a rather rude man!

 

[Cuthrose]

Johnathan Henderson after trying despratly to make small talk with his boss, which his suspects is at a loss, jumps up at the sounds of Mr Manusco aggravated voice at politeless says to Mr Tuner "i do aplogise Sir, but my employer here is some what hesitate with his harsh word, i belive he simpley ment to ask that if you could find another way, it would more benafical for all parties conrncerd."

While escorting Mr tuner around are table, whisper to him in a low voice "somthing that i am going to PM you" and once he is on his way, return to my seat and top up MR Manusco Wine and attempt to engage him in small talk ralting to less people trying to make them selves above their level.