voicetest | SETTING: a luxury hotel

[Tonight's gig has just ended and the band has split up to enjoy the luxuries of the hotel for a couple of hours before their driver comes to pick up both them and their equipment. Their instruments look sort of lonely, left behind up there - on the small, round stage in the corner of the room. It's a nostalgic observation that Shiori makes, glancing back over one shoulder before sitting down on one of the free stools at the long, mahogany bar and it makes her feel strangely estranged. From the situation. From her surroundings. Although she's a stranger to neither.

Cocking her head slightly, she surveys the selection of alcohol on the shelves behind the bartender. Lets her eyes run over each bottle individually while she tries to make her pick. She can't, though. The jitters from performing have died down and left her with no hole to fill. If she's drinking, she'll be drinking to fill the silence instead and there are other ways to do that, right? Thus, she turns her attention towards the person next to her.]

What do you think I should get? I'm drawing a complete blank.

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[He's only sitting there because he's slacking off.]

Who, me? I'm just the janitor, sorry.

Janitors don't have opinions on what makes for a good drink?

[The question is posed with something resembling a smile. She isn't teasing him. Despite popular belief, she isn't actually a snob, simply because it has paid off for her to make a living of performing at luxury hotels.]

[That gets a chuckle.]

I don't drink much, though. Mostly beer.

That seems a little low-class for you... [But he scans the selection anyway.]

[She doesn't comment on the implications of that observation, instead pursing her lips and following his gaze, running her eyes over the bar's vast selection of beers.]

I'm willing to try something new, so there's really no reason to take appearances into consideration.

Everyone's drunk beer! There's no reason to be boring, either.

How about... that? [He points at something random. Pretty bottle, though.]

[She follows the direction of his finger with her gaze, eyes landing on the bottle that is pretty and looks pretty inviting. Sending him a quick smile, she turns to the bartender and orders a glass of... whatever it is, she doesn't even ask. Let it be a little adventure.

While the bartender prepares the drink, she returns her attention to this janitor.]

Did you watch me perform?

[He wouldn't be a slacker if he focused on his tasks to the exclusion of the excitement going on.]

It was amazing! I've never been to a live show before. [Never mind one in a hotel!] How long will you be here?

[Ren's been absorbed in both her own drink and letting herself unwind from attending the concert. Being around a lot of people like that still stresses her out, though she's gotten much better in the past few years. Still, she'd rather be on stage than in the audience.

So while she's noticed someone's sat down next to her, she doesn't immediately realize who it is. Until the question is asked and she looks up with a start]

Oh, um... Well, what do you normally like?

Cocktails.

[She laughs. At herself. At being so predictably girly. Eyes running over Ren's features and basking in the - can you call it the familiarity of them, when she has only ever seen them as a fan? At the proper distance. Popping an elbow up on the bar counter, she rests her chin in her hand.]

Grapefruit Mimosas are sure to make me sing, but I've already sung tonight.

Hmm

[ She thinks, though it's with exaggerated care. As if drink choice is a very weighty matter. Because it's fun sometimes. To relax and joke, even with someone she doesn't know. Well. Yet.]

Well then, something harder, or something smooth?

SETTING: a luxury hotel

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