Willow smiles at Snarf, "I'm doing great," she says, taking a standing position by the bar, "Sorry I was gone, had some stuff to take care of." @Snarfulblast

@SkeletonShadow"Thats just fine lass, sometimes you just got ta do what ya got ta do." Snarf finishes cleaning the bar and begins to clean some glasses.

She smiles and taps her fingers absentmindedly, "So.. anything new?" She asks. @Snarfulblast

@SkeletonShadow"No not really." Snarf continues to clean the glasses.

@Snarfulblast Willow groans, "It's boring in here."

Dorians undoubtable presence could be heard approaching behind the bar from within the kitchen, he came to a sudden halt behind the door. As it slowly cracked open a bright orange glow emanated through.
He walks through the opening backwards, The light of many little dancing flames creating a glow around him until he turns around to place a down a large two tier cake, decorated with flowers and many lit candles.



There is a slight hint of pride on his face as he calls out to everyone in the tavern. "Today is a special occasion!... Our very own Willow Watersong is a whole year older and we shall celebrate her and all that she gives, with cake and cheap drinks." He looks towards Willow and gives her a gracious bow.

"You are well deserving my dear, please do the honours" he says as he pulls out a large knife and holds the handle out towards Willow.@SkeletonShadow

Willow's face turns a shade of red as she takes the knife, "I didn't th-think anyone knew.." she stuttered, seeming to shrink a little. The cake looked marvelously well done.

@SkeletonShadow"Well,well, maybe we should sing a wee little song for Willow." Snarf begins to loudly hum the tune to a birthday song.

Dorian gives snarf an agreeing nod as he rolls up his sleeves and heads up stairs to the old grand piano. It truly was a special occasion if he was going to play for everyone. Even if it was only the tune of happy birthday with a few extra flourishes. His fingers gracefully dance across the keys as the air comes to life with the cheerful melody, after the short song he was captured by the feeling and carries on with his own piece, adding an ambience to the air.
Dorians happy birthday music
He had caught Sophia's playful gaze, up here, in the music, he was free from temptation, free from those confusing thoughts and the way she got under his skin and into his head. No here it was simpler, so he carried on and let the celebrations unfurl below him.

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Snarf wipes a tear from his eyes, then takes out a bagpipe from under the bar and joins in with Dorians tune keeping the bagpipes quieter than the piano so that it can still be heard.

A fancy bottle and an empty wine glass sat atop the piano. The piano was supposed to distract Dorian from the elegant lady in the blue dress but the more he played the more he drank. As the festivities carried on below his thoughts, influenced by wine, were drawn to those sparking eyes, trapt in those luscious dark locks draping around her neck and yearning for the taste of those soft lips.

Had she noticed his stare or given him one of those painfully playful gazes, he would not shy away like so many times before. His eyes challenge hers, his dark gaze daring and taunting. The corner of his lips creep into the slightest of smiles as he ends his musical masterpiece and vanishes with a slight nod.

His steps, slow, echo down the hallway, then stop.
The large doors expectantly creek on cue as he opens them up, but the accompanying sound of closure does not follow.
It had never been left open, one sound always accompanied the other. @CandiBarr

@BillsomethingSnarf stops his bagpipes to reach under the bar, again, to grab and then toss Cash an acoustic guitar,"It might need to be tuned." Snarf then goes on to play a hearty Irish jig on his bagpipes.

@Snarfulblast "Thanks" said Cash as he strummed the guitar "Don't think that will be needed" he said referring to Snurfs suggestion of tuning the guitar. he then began playing "I Gotta Go"

Willow sits near completely embarrassed at being the center of so much attention. She wasn't used to it at all, but she gritted her teeth and was determined to sit through this and then probably to run away to her room.

Dorians room is much like what would be expected of him. Adorned with lavish luxuries, the dark decor is sensual and stylish. The tall walls are covered in intricate patterns while old ornate architecture lines the roof. Everything is masterfully laid out, stolen from era's since past and melded together in a fusion of eloquent style.
The wide bookshelf's, his paper covered desk with a lamp light, the small wine rack, the warm open fire place, the freestanding modesty panel, the couches and all the way to the large enticing four post bed with flowing satin curtains. Everything fit perfectly with space to compliment the rest.

Dorian places down the bottle he was examining into a pale of ice as he strides towards Sophia. Closing the distance with three simple steps. His eyes locked with hers the whole time.

"Escusentoeur Elenü'bré"
with a smooth exotic accent the strange words fluently roll off his tongue as he leans in close to her, one arm reaching behind.

From behind Sophia comes the familiar and earlier expected creek of the large solid doors as they come to a close and a click that signals the locking mechanism falling into place.

Dorian spins on his heels and is suddenly gone from that space before her as he makes his way towards the nearby table where an antique record player sits. The scratching of the needle slowly gives way to an unexpected melody. Spinning back around to face Sophia he smiles politely as with a small flourish of his hand he bows deeply before her.

As he raises to meet her gaze, one hand firmly held behind his back, the other is held out for her to take in the way a gentleman would ask a lady to dance.

@CandiBarr

[Claytons Quest!]

Clayton had occupied a table in the far corner, papers, pitchers and empty mugs covered it's surface.

He was shuffling through some tattered papers while pondering over some poorly constructed maps. His attire was now slightly different, goggles sat atop his head, a dust cloth hung around his neck, his jacket thicker, a sturdy vest made his broad chest and shoulders even wider and a large knife was strapped to his calf.
As usual a cigaret hung from his lips.
There were five other seats around this particular table.
Five other spots for this adventure.

[Clayton's Quest!]
Dr. Alobe had arrived with the others at TNT and once inside, he headed straight towards his Clinic for a change of clothing as well to check on his remaining patient.

Andre had been awake for awhile but he was trapped inside the clinic, Alobe had locked the door when he left to hunt down Clayton, the wall that Clay had busted down had healed itself just before Andre awoke, but he didn't starve thanks to his skin bag that he kept his meat in was with him.

So when Alobe unlocked the door and entered his clinic, he was meet with a Half-Orc who was covered in blood form the raw meat "Snarf!! Would you be willing to show the Half-Orc the way to the shower" @Snarfulblast