Kersen

[real_gun_hand]

Hotch had been trying to get out. He'd never been the sort to just go out for the sake of going out, but in London he knew so few people and the town itself was a mystery. He'd taken it to heart that he should find at least one new place every week and this week he'd found a lovely restaurant that served Asian food. Of course he had had Chinese in mind when he heard 'Asian' and was surprise dwhen he arrived that it was Indian cuisine. He'd enjoyed a delicious meal and then had started off to the tube when he spotted a bar. He could have one drink, he thought, and had made his way inside.

A piano bar, neatly appointed and apparently popular. Hotch took a seat at the bar and ordered a scotch, then turned to watch the pianist. He didn't recognize the song, but that was no shock. It sounded jazzy and that really wasn't his specialty.

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[kersen]

Kersen hadn't performed that entire week, as he'd been too busy with administrative things in the bar, and Tabitha had taken a few days off so he'd been picking up the slack with bartending as well. He was happy just for the excuse to get pretty and sing, and he went with old hollywood glam that night - a classic gown, a red so dark it was almost black, with a high neck and lace sleeves covering both adam's apple and tattoos. His wig was long, black hair that he'd pulled back into a loose bun with chopsticks and a red flower. There was a slit up one leg that he took advantage of when he slid up onto the top of the piano and crossed his legs to croon "Love for Sale." Apparently he still hadn't gotten over his Cole Porter phase lately.