At some point it had become Monday. What exactly happened to Sunday, Reiji wasn’t entirely sure as it felt like it had simply flew by in a blur when he got back from The Cornerstone gig. With the exception of Humpty Drunky falling off his seat, the rest of the night had been relatively quiet. Well, maybe it was only quiet relative to his standards, as the redhead wasn’t used to higher end bars like The Cornerstone which frowned upon bar fights and rowdy patrons. But despite its mellow atmosphere, something Reiji generally found stifling, he had found himself enjoying his time there. Enough so that he had told Scott at the end of the night to call him should he ever need a hand again. Either way, he wasn’t too concerned about it, so he picked up his guitar case with one hand and got the door to his apartment with the other.

The sunlight hit his eyes with enough force to make him use his free hand to cover his eyes, although even that didn’t keep him from squinting at the annoyingly bright spectacle. As a full time night owl, it wasn’t like him to greet the morning like this, but today he was leaving his apartment with a purpose. The battered guitar case, which had a faded black color to it and a Spitfires band sticker slapped on, felt much heavier in his hand than he remembered. It had been some time since he had played seriously, and yet still he didn’t feel all that nervous about the audition he had in a few hours. Exhaustion, however, was something that he was feeling quite prominently, so feeding his caffeine addiction was quickly climbing to the top of his to do list. Thankfully he knew a place not too far from his apartment complex that would be all too happy to do just that in exchange for a pretty penny.

On the way down the stairs, he caught a glimpse of one of the most venomous stares he had seen in quite some time waiting for him. The redhead knew that he had an unfortunate tendency to illicit such reactions out of people, but at the moment he didn’t have the foggiest idea what he had done to make the brunette glare at him so. That is until she all but growled a “Watch it,” at him, jumpstarting his memory of the other day that he had almost ran her over all too literally. Naturally, being the mature adult he was, he waited until she was about to pass him on the stairs to purse his lips together and make an exaggerated kissing sound at her, grinning like a jack ass the entire time. The various noises of disgust that came out of her were music to his ears. 

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The streets of Shine City definitely didn’t have the same charm to them in the morning. [i][color=red]’It’s just so… dead,’[/color][/i] he noted as he compared the hum drum bustle of the morning commuters to the vibrant strides of the night lifers. It was a sad part of the city that he hoped he wouldn’t be getting too familiar with anytime soon, but his thoughts were interrupted by the smell of fluffy goodness and freshly roasted coffee. His nose led him to the shop more so than any other sense of direction he possessed, as it had become keenly attuned to finding things that will either keep him awake or keep him sober. Naturally since Mochavine provided both of these, it was all too easy for him to hone in on the doors that guarded the objects of his present desires.

The doors opened easily and Reiji quickly made his way to the bar that was quickly becoming a familiar sight to him, paying almost no mind to the performance that was being set up around him. Caffeine was on the mind, so until the craving was satisfied little else stood much of a chance at getting his attention. He all but bounced in his seat as the barista brought him a fresh cup of fine roasted black coffee. [color=red]”You’re a goddess, thank you,”[/color] he told her with a tired smile and a little waggle of his eyebrows. The first taste of the bitter brew caused a small sigh of relief to escape him. And now that all was well in the world again, his surroundings finally had a chance to register in his sleep deprived noodle.

It looked like a small show was being put together, with a black haired woman standing in the center of it all. He wasn’t sure what to make of her just yet, but between the speakers and the blonde hair guy setting up a camera, it seemed like he was in for a treat. After a moment, he recognized Four-eyes from Saturday, but between him going up to get the artist’s attention and his cup demanding to be emptied, Reiji didn’t feel all that inclined to introduce himself properly just yet. With his eyes briefly glancing at his own guitar next to him, the redhead couldn’t help but wonder if he was finally going to get the chance to play in front of a crowd himself. The thought got shrugged off as he took another sip of his addictive beverage, as he busied himself with becoming more interested in what kind of music he was about to be audience to.