Xander raised an eyebrow, setting the guitar down on its stand. "Is that so? Most people just say 'good job' and buy me a drink."
The neon sign of the "Blackwood Lounge" flickered rhythmically, casting a crimson hue over the rain-slicked pavement outside. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old wood, expensive gin, and the low, humming vibration of a guitar amp being tested. lacy lennon xander corvus
So, what happens when you put the chaotic improviser (Lennon) in a room with the methodical reactor (Corvus)? Xander raised an eyebrow, setting the guitar down