The Infinite Sadness and Real Folk Blues

Out of all the bars located in downtown Omoi Ame, this one had the least amount of activity. All the other bars blasted rave music and were packed with people getting wasted and trying to hook up for a meaningless night of fun.This bar however, was different. It had extremely dim lighting. Only two faded lights illuminated this dark hole. Only 6 people occupied the place. 3 sat at the bar, silently sipping from different shots of liquor, seemingly no life in them. The bartender relaxed against the wall, smoking and polishing a glass. The last two were the entertainment for the night. A piano player could only been seen by his silouhette because of the low amount of light. He was accompanied by a black haired saxophonist, dressed in jeans and a buttoned shirt that revealed his chest. Together these two filled the bar with a haunting sound. Though beautiful, it was filled with nothing but loneliness.

As the night went on, the saxophonist finished playing and was paid a small amount of money, which he used to pay for a shot of whiskey. He sipped from it and leaned against his hand as he watched the next performer take the stage. This one was an older gentleman who played the harmonica. He seemed very experienced and continued to fill the bar with the continuous feeling of sorrow. The saxophonist, a former T.A.P.T member nicknamed Fon, sighed as he drank. There were clearly other people beside him, but he felt like he was the only one there. Not just in the bar, but the world. The seclusion was painful. The music made him feel no better, but it was like a drug that he couldn't have enough of.

Fon tapped the bar, signaling for another drink without so much as making eye contact with the bartender, who caught on and poured more whiskey into his glass. Everything was so tedious. He had once been filled with energy to do things...to smile...but now he just spent every night here in this hole sulking. He wished he could do the things he used to but it was all to painful. "This is depressing. I'm hungry..."

Amidst the smell of alcohol, Fon picked up another smell he had grown quite familiar of. A demon had entered the bar. Fon smirked and turned around to see a girl walk in. She had eyes filled with anger. "A now it's time for another form of entertainment." he muttered to himself. She proceeded to stand up and pull the microphone cord in half, putting an end to the sleepy atmosphere. The sudden abrupt end to the music made the drunk men stand up and start yelling.

"Hey! What's your problem lady?! You think you can just walk in here and do as you like? You better find a different way to entertain us now!" they said, obviously with dirty thoughts filling their minds.

They began to approach the girl, but were stopped by Fon, who had stood up and placed himself in between them. He still had a smirk and with his eyes closed, he motioned for the men to calm down. "Calm down fellas. The place is going to close soon anyways. If you're that distraught about losing the music, I won't mind playin you one last song." he said soothingly. The men were all familiar with Fon's laid-back nature and respected him. They settled down and put on their coats and made for the exit.

"...no that's fine Fon...just make sure the little misses pays for the damage. Night." one said as they departed. Fon waved goodbye and took a seat next to the demon girl, and bought her another drink.
"That old man had been playing the same notes over and over again for the last 20 minutes. Those drunk bozos wouldn't be able to tell." he said to the girl. His voice was always soft yet confident. "So do all demons walk into bars and disrupt the peace? Or are you just particularly in a sour mood? If you're not careful you could just get smited by an angel." he said jokingly.