#ccsemberclub

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CC is performing, her dulcet sounds ringing out ""Call me Angel and take my hand
Wishing you could be my man
but I can't tell if its truth or lies
When you got bourbon in your eyes"

Sheila the pooka is... uhm.. having a free dinner! on the House. CC insisted

One thing.... this lanky girl can -EAT.-

Not oddly, her preference seems to be meat...

CC is a modern day Peggy Lee (just ask the critics that EBG plied with a grand dinner), swaying, crooning, and making you feel like Sinatra will be demanding your table any second.

A jillaroo on walkabout, mate. Howyagoin'? A tall woman with a waggish smile and a mane of honey-golden hair framing amber eyes. Tan and freckle-faced. Long limbed, lanky, and usually hungry. Her voice could be spread on toast and served as a vegemite sandwich with a XXXX beer and meat pie floater. She's wearing working-boots, faded jeans and a long-sleeve, a drover's coat and Akubra hat. In cold weather, she's got a jumper on as well. // Fae Seeming: The same as before, but with pointed, canine ears under the hat and a bushy tail peeking out between flaps at the back of the coat.

His sapphire eyes sweep about the place, almost like a robber casing a bank. After chumming it up with the bouncers for a few minutes he walks further in and nods over to Sheila. He seems to be looking for something or someone.*

Sheila seems momentarily startled to see him, but grins and waves her fork back at him.

A waitress who has been serving Sheila, dressed in period garb, turns to see Murphy "Oh, joining the lady sir? shall I get you a menu?"

CC's song continues on "I find myself showing up at your front door
Although I can't come in
I keep coming back for more
and when you call me baby it feels just like a lie
and every time you smile when you look into my eyes
You don't have the guts to love me like you wish you could
I'm gonna find someone to make me feel the way I should"

*He tries to order a drink at the bar but then remembers non-gloves like money so he turns just in time to blink at both Sheila and the waitress. He smiles I suppose why not! *He walks over and sits, setting the carpet bag in his lap. Looking to the waitress tentatively Is um....is Mr. Stodgpole in tonight? *Over to Sheila Careful with that fork I'm too rare.

"Dusty! Goodonya." in greeting.

*A friendly chuckle What's hoppin tonight? I just got back into town. *getting a glass of water, Murph seems oddly uncomfortable being behind a table

the menu is handed over "She'll be available soon I hope"

"Dunno, much. Only some fair tucker here, outta the bluey. Ole mum didn't 'arf insist..... Didn't wanna but... you know how ole mums are."

*He takes the menu and then tries to calibrate his brain to Sheila's speech. At least it's not Welsh. Yeah, ma's can be persuasive. *Looking over the menu briefly, he could really go for some faerie bread right about now Do y'all make sloppy joes? *Back to Sheila You might just be the person to ask.. know of anyone who's lost a dress recently? his fingers drum on the carpet bag*

"Ooo-errrr, Dusty. Fresh!" She grins. "Lookin' ta get tarted up, are we?"

"I'll see what they can whip yup for you" She says taking the menu

*It never hurts to ask. It only took him asking twenty times before his local McDonalds caved and started making them. Murph grins to the Waitress and tips his hat to her before looking back to Sheila. He opens the bag just a crack so she can see in. It's balled up but seems to be white and lacey* Oooooh I just wanted to return it to it's owner. Thank them for an awkward evening.

Was also looking to see if there was some work about...*Looking about the place again a second It's a good venue, I'd love to play.

Her jaws are working, mouth full, but she swallows to say "Nice frock of yours. Yeah, well, mum can't half help ya there."

CC's song finishes up, folks applaud cheer and whistle, and she makes her way from the stage towards Sheila and Murphy

*Murph snaps the bag shut at the mention of a frock. As much as he'd like to send her away he's gotta follow this mystery. He smiles brightly to CC, applauding Bravo Miss CC!

Sheila is delicately tapping her water glass with her spoon.

He scratches at his ear a moment before standing to greet her when she walks over.* So sorry it took me so long to visit Miss CC, gotta say I love the digs. Snaps one of his suspenders

"Murphy? " She says delighted "You came , how wonderful. Sheila, did you get him to visit at last?"

"Too right! Manhandled him right in the door, missus." She nods, sawing away at a generous bite of meat.

"I may have to hire you as a talent recruiter" She tells Sheila, then turns back to Murphy, and straightens his suspenders out "I'm glad you like. Now, any chance I can arrange your talent to work a set sometime?"

*A smile to CC I was hopin' you'd ask! *patting his guitar case I'm all acoustic mind ya, don't require much juice, just some folks willing to listen. Has it been a year already since ya opened?

"It has and much has changed even then. Place is booming, some of my rookie talent are opening up like butterflies. Still it would be nice to have a veteran with thumb calluses doing his magic. Acoustic is fine. "

*He scratches at his ear again before giving her a broad smile I had to let my Agent go recently, kept booking me at too many awful BlueGRASS festivals and frankly I'd love to keep it local and in the "family" so to speak. Emerson's well I trust? *He's left the carpet bag on the table by his plate and Sheila.

"Oh yes, Emerson is out and about..."

*A sudden snap of his fingers Oh! Just remembered, do ya need any more bouncers? I got a friend over at The Rowdy Trout who's looking to work somewhere less...well rowdy

"And blue grass? Bluegrass is fine I suppose but you're more Delta blues and River Jazz than Hill twang. " A shake of her head "Don't worry, I think you'll find your preferred style welcome here" At the finger snap and mention of Bouncer "I'd have to interview him or her. Is he one of us?"

*Nods Troll named Dolph. Kinda new to Us, but I think if we get him out of the Trout he could really flourish. One of those kinda places with chickenwire in front of the stage know what I mean? A glance to Sheila before looking back to CC* Any other pookas work here?

((sorry for double))

"Oh Sheila doesn't work here, unless she wants to" A wink to Sheila, "But yes. One of the Bouncers. Hugh. Is that a problem?"

"Hugh ain't a problem, he's a solution!" With a happy sigh.

A tilt of her horned head, "He Likes pookas?"

*Scratching his chin thinking about something No I like pooka just fine, mama was one..Hugh doesn't go by Firnost ever, does he?

"I think once in the past year"

*He crosses his arms Is he workin' here tonight? Pauses, looks between CC and his carpet bag before shaking his head Ah sorry Miss CC I ain't trying to be rude, I'm just trying to figure out the source of a prank.

"what prank?" SHe looks about

*Walks over to his carpet bag and opens it, what appears to be some sort of white and lacey inside This dress sends ya to people when you touch it. It also...well what's important is that you shouldn't touch it. Normally I

I'd roll with it, but a Childling I know got involved. *Snaps the bag closed

"Oh ddear, was the child hurt?"

*Hesitates in his answer Well, no, but goose blood is hard to wash out of corderoy.

"Goose blood? Oh my There's a story. Sit down, have a meal...and if you're interested in selling, I might buy that dress off you."