I mean, nobody who works here cares. ( like baby, mostly, who tends to be here more often than not. she actually had come looking for him, but this had been a good alternative. she wasn't opposed to spending her time needling an old man in need of serious entertainment. ) Though, to be fair, they usually play better music.

( she watches his eyes flick back and forth across the page of the newspaper. he reminds her of her dad in a weird way. super uptight, so sure of himself and what he thought of the world. though, admittedly, thinking of her dad at all in a place like this is weird as hell, so... )

There's actual instruments, by the way. Just because it's not whiny old dudes crying about potatoes...