April 6th, 1890 - A Dive Bar in Muggle London
I heard its call in the alleyway
The tryouts were tomorrow, and so Cash was not trying to be trashed in this bar. Instead, he was just trying to sip a glass of whiskey at the bar and read a muggle mystery book in peace. He was only loosely paying attention to his surroundings; there was almost no one in a muggle bar who could possibly pose a threat to him, so what was the point?
It was only the familiar voice that caught his attention; if he hadn't heard him order a drink, Cash never would have noticed Spryly there at all. He looked up from his book and tilted his head, bookmarking his page with his thumb.
"Spryly," Cash said. Hadn't he been supposed to watch Spryly play? He never had, and he did not know what that meant if anything. They weren't really friends; they were not not friends, either.
Questor Spryly
It was only the familiar voice that caught his attention; if he hadn't heard him order a drink, Cash never would have noticed Spryly there at all. He looked up from his book and tilted his head, bookmarking his page with his thumb.
"Spryly," Cash said. Hadn't he been supposed to watch Spryly play? He never had, and he did not know what that meant if anything. They weren't really friends; they were not not friends, either.
MJ made this!