The Cantina at Tinkers Haven

[Doc Holliday]

The stranger had been traveling....a lot...with minimal stops. The galley on his ship was empty and he was both exhausted and in need of a shower. A fresh change of cloths, he headed somewhere to take a shower. It was just what he needed as he woke him up a bit. Changing into something casual, he opted to keep his dark glasses on as he didn't want to draw attention to himself. Since leaving TAZ, he enjoyed some relative anonymity.

He remember his invite to Tinker's Haven from Fynn McScrap but was never in the area. Having dropped some blue diamonds to Culabra Smelter, he figured he'd stop in for some good food and some rest. Fortunately, there was an isolated room for him to rent which he did anonymously. His hair longer than normal, he was able to wear it enough to hide his face a bit.

Entering the Cantina, he took a look about. It was a typical bar and he found a table away from the crowd. Trouble was that on his way, he found a weakness, a baby grand piano set up in a corner. He gave a soft smile and found a small table near it. He requested a bourbon to the table for himself but as he waited, he started admiring the piano.
It was new and unplayed. My God does anyone play these anymore? he thought to himself. It was of mahogany and the keys were of a fine material unknown to him. Where it came from he had no clue nor did he care. As he walked around it, he ran his hands over it before pressing one key. It sounded perfect and he was in love. His drink delivered to the table, the waiter said to him, "No one here plays. I think it's a waste of space."

As he sat on the bench, he turned to him, "Oh it's no waste, Boy, not at all." The waiter left. He then placed his hands on the keys and casually and beautifully ran a scale down the keys.
"Yes," he said under his breath, "It's perfect." Then, without warning, he just started playing.



Root Beer Rag

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