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The High Note(#4043RJMh)

Polished brass rails, an abundance of ferns, and a quiet opulence of dark, oil-rubbed wood and leather are the hallmark of this establishment, quite possibly the ritziest jazz, rhythm and blues club in St. Claire.

A serene, smoky haze permeates the air even at midday. It drifts above the quiet sussuration of talking patrons who are seated at the long bar and at various bar-height tables scattered around the small dance floor. Ankle-height kick-rails of polished brass surround the bases of the stools here and run along the base of the bar. The tables have the lustre of constant polish, and everything is in good repair. The staff are all elegantly attired. Casual wear is acceptable here, but after seven o'clock, it is hardly the norm.

At the west end of the room, a series of risers culminate in a stage large enough for a seven-piece band. The stage is slightly more brightly lit than the rest of the dim club.

Davy opens the door for Caelica. "After you, my lady."

Caelica smiles warmly, and strides easily past the Fianna into the establishment. "You realize, of course," she says in words touched with a light accent, "I didn't necessarily expect to hear from you ever again..."

Davy lets the door fall shut and smiles at the woman. "There are times when a celebration is the end, but I'm not as careless a lover as all that." He then moves to speak to the hostess. "Reservation for two, Andrews." The woman slides her finger down a list and nods. She motions toward some chairs. "It'll be ready in about ten minutes, sir." Davy nods in return, flashing a smile at the hostess, then turns toward the seats she pointed out. He holds his arm out to Caelica.

Caelica chuckles softly, and links her arm with the Ragabash's. "Well, I've been about with a few of your 'gathers' before, and its usually th'only times some of you take th'time t'speak t'any of us, if ye know what I mean?"

Davy nods. He waits for Cael to sit down first before he takes his seat next to her. "A lot of us live woodsside. That's what Brian's gift to me was about. I don't."

Caelica smiles, and nods. "Well, I admit, I've not been down here in the states that much. Been across the northern border there, most of m'life.. spent four years in Ireland searching up 'roots' and what-not... so I assume everyone does things a wee bit different, in each country.."

Davy's friendly attention remains focused on his date. "You grew up in Canada? What part?"

Caelica chuckles softly, gaze ducking to the table coyly. "Nova Scotia, actually."

Davy looks up as the hostess gestures to the pair and stands to walk to the table. After the pair are again seated, he asks, "What's it like there? I grew up in Wyoming. Other than half a year in Ireland, I've pretty much lived my whole life in the western US."

Caelica shrugs a little. "Its not terribly different from anywhere else, aside from being pleasantly cool in the summers... " She grins, "Well, you're doing better than I... this is my first real encounter in the western US... "

Davy smiles. "Why did you move to our fair city?"

Caelica shrugs, and blushes a little. "You'll laugh..."

Davy shakes his head. "I have great strength of will." He winks.

Caelica idly traces patterns on the tablecloth with a fingertip. "Well, a few of us non-Irish born were sitting around, talking about how there were too many of 'us' in one place, so we got a list of, well,... places with large 'Irish concentrations' so t'speak, and drew slips of paper out of a hat..."

Davy, as promised, doesn't laugh. A smile does lurk in the corners of his mouth. "Defintely different. No, seriously, it's good you've come. We don't have so many kin here." His voice grows warmer. "Especially not such beautiful ones."

Caelica's gaze flicks downwards again, and her cheeks color softly. "Ah, well... it was a chance to see other things, meet other people. Be something besides one of the 'many' I guess."

Davy nods. "There are worse reasons to wander."

Caelica smiles. "And what brought you here, if I may ask?"

Davy's smile widens. "You might not believe me."

Caelica's face brightens, and she smiles warmly. "Try me..."

Davy seemingly changes the subject, "Do you know much about Brian?"

Caelica shakes her head. "I'm afraid I don't, no."

Davy settles back to the story, but is interupted by a waitress to take his order first. He glances toward Caelica to let her order first.

Caelica does so, then waits for Davy to place his as well, all the while looking expectantly for him to finish his tale.

Davy orders as well, and additionally gets a bottle of white wine for the table. After the waitress leaves, he goes back to his story. "My family was strong in tradition, even if we lived in the States. When it got to be my time, they sent me back to the Old Country to have my passage. Little town in the southern part of Ireland."

Caelica smiles quietly. "What was the name of it?"

Davy names the closest town to the caern.

Caelica smiles. "I've not been there... I confess I was trapped amongst the Northern struggles all too much."

Davy nods. "This place was pretty apolitical. For Ireland, anyway. But I got a pretty hard time for being a Yank."

Caelica chuckles. "Now that I do not have a problem seeing..."

Davy grins in return. "Anyway, I knocked some of them down, and some of them knocked me down. It never really resolved out, because I was only there half a year. But there were a couple of older kids and adults that didn't treat me like a three-eyed freak. One of them was a kid named Brian O'Flannery."

Caelica begins to smile wider, eyes twinkling softly as she follows the story.

Davy shakes his head. "So when my group broke up at my last place and I was trying to decide where to go, I decided to come to town and see if the Brian that led this place was the same Brian I remembered."

Caelica winks. "And he was?"

Davy nods, taking a sip of his wine. "Yep. And there's a big group of us here. Plus I found buddies to take turf with, here in the city. So here I am." He flashes another smile.

Caelica smiles, nodding. "And how long have you been here?"

Davy frowns thoughtfully. "Nearly a year and a half."

Caelica's brow knits, and she laughs softly. "Has it been so bad, that you have to think so hard on it?"

Davy shakes his head with a smile. "The days just seem to run together, you know?":

Caelica chuckles and nods. "So you have been happy here, then?"

Davy's eyes caress the kin, then he glances away. "Mostly."

Caelica's head tilts curiously. "Only mostly?"

Davy nods. He takes another drink of his wine before going on.

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