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Anatoly Valeriovich Sergievsky ([personal profile] chesspolitik) wrote2010-01-07 10:20 pm
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Where has that old friend gone?

Contrary to popular belief, Anatoly did do things besides play chess and talk to other people besides Lex. On this fine Wednesday he was situated at the Jazz Club, happily watching Roger perform. The music wasn't quite his cup of tea if he was honest, but he was well aware his tastes were horrible old-fashioned and behind the times. Still, he was coming to find that it was growing on him. Another few visits and he just might fall under the seductive sway yet. In any case, his friend was a consummate showman and that was reason alone to watch.

When the set was over, he applauded enthusiastically. After giving Roger a few moments to recover and wind down, he made his way over to him, glass in hand. "That was amazing," he said. "As always."

[identity profile] one--song.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Roger smiled. He did know, and more than that, it was the only time he felt he knew anything. People could talk about the future, the past, truth, and consequences and none of it made any sense to Roger, but when he sat down with his guitar, he was suddenly an expert or a saint or a god. When he was behind his guitar, Roger could be anyone he wanted to be.

By the time he'd straightened, he got some of his bearings, swallowing hard before he spoke. "So, uh, where's Lex tonight?"

[identity profile] one--song.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why aren't you with him?" He didn't mean to ask the question, but sometimes, Roger swore they... had something. Often times, Anatoly came to Roger's shows alone and did that mean Lex wasn't fond of him? Or did that mean that Anatoly wanted to be alone with him?

[identity profile] one--song.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
That look of confusion and a certain kind of betrayal made Roger step back and he flicked his eyes up to Anatoly's.

"No. It's not. M'glad you're here," he said, and he remembered that Anatoly rarely missed a show. "Let me get you a drink."

[identity profile] one--song.livejournal.com 2010-01-18 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Roger returned with a vodka for Anatoly and a beer for himself moments later, having taken a second to talk to the bartender, as was customary. He was just happy the Willows Room was up and running again, even if it meant it was without Warrick. But hell, Roger had lost so many people, Warrick was almost just another brick in the memorial wall.

"Here." he extended it like a peace offering.