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Post by Evil Queen/Mayor Regina Mills on May 19, 2012 18:45:10 GMT -5
After the coffee break with David, Regina went on and about with her business. As she appraoched the block that housed Club Robin, she saw two men enter with instrument cases. She slowed and sneered. How Gold could have even -allowed- that loud...!! Of course He would allow it! she thought with disgust. That man would do anything if He knew it'd get to me!
Regina quickened her pace, making her way to the club, her heels clicking on the sidewalk.
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 22, 2012 15:12:01 GMT -5
Olin and Sam Lambert entered through the front doors of the club, each with their respective instrument cases in their hands. This caught the attention of the other co-owner, Cliff. “Well well,” he greeted, “look who finally decided to show.”
“Hey man, sorry we're late,” Olie started to apologize, “But we had to stop by Granny's for somethin' to eat--” The rest of the band let out playful protests before Sam spoke up. “Guys, guys! I was the one who was hungry.” Then the mock protests ceased.
“They were about to start without you,” Fred piped up, putting his fedora back on his head. “Well, Ralph was, anyway,” he added with a chuckle coming from the percussionist. “You guys start warmin' up, I'll join you in a little bit.” With that, he stood up and made his way over to his trombone case while the main five started to get everything situated.
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Post by Evil Queen/Mayor Regina Mills on May 22, 2012 18:29:54 GMT -5
Regina entered the building just as the Songbirds were setting up. She glanced around the club from the doorway and gave a sneer, arms crossed.
"Who is the owner here?" she demanded to know, her eyes scanning all six of the men in the room.
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 22, 2012 21:10:02 GMT -5
When the doors opened, the people already in the building didn't mind much. They were pretty used to having others come and listen in on rehearsals that it hardly phased them anymore. However, it was the voice of their "audience" that made them snap to attention.
Fred mentally cursed. What the hell was the mayor doing here? Right now? She had to choose now to show up. As if he wasn't on her "bad" list already... He shot a glance at Cliff, who, after looking back at his bandmates, turned his head to Fred and nodded. "We are, ma'am," the bandleader answered, standing up from his piano on-stage and walking towards Regina.
The Caucasian brunette was soon at his side. "Madame Mayor," he greeted. "To what do we owe the honor of your presence?"
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Post by Evil Queen/Mayor Regina Mills on May 22, 2012 22:28:19 GMT -5
Regina glared at the two who approached her.
"The 'honor' gentlemen, if you wish to call it that, would be the......'party' you threw here last night."
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 22, 2012 22:54:15 GMT -5
Both stopped dead in their tracks at the glare. At first it was for how evil she seemed to look with that glare. Then it was for what she said. Then for the realization.
"Look, cut us some slack, Miss Mayor," Fred started, "it was a birthday party. Of course it might get a little bit loud! Besides, how many drummers do you know turn 21 and celebrate it in the club they play in? Ralph was havin' the time of his life up--"
"With all due respect, Madame Mayor," Cliff interrupted, "we were all only having a bit of fun. We didn't mean for some things to get out of hand."
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Post by Evil Queen/Mayor Regina Mills on May 23, 2012 0:34:35 GMT -5
While Fread spoke, Regina stood her ground. Pretty much to the point of nearly getting into the co-owner's face. Her own eyes meeting his and just daring Fred to keep going. However, Cliff inturrupted then. Maybe he saw that Fred was just digging his grave deeper. Or maybe he was simply trying to get the mayor out without too much fuss. Regina turned to Cliff. "A 'bit of fun'?" she scoffed. "With the..ruckuss you fellows made, if Sheriff Graham were....." That made Reina stop a moment to gain composure.
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 23, 2012 22:50:12 GMT -5
"It was a birthday party!" Fred started up again once the mayor went quiet. "Of course some things are gonna be loud! You expect us all to be quieter than church mice during a celebration?"
Cliff, sighing, applied his hand to his face. "Sure hope you know what you're doin', Freddy," he muttered under his breath.
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Post by Evil Queen/Mayor Regina Mills on May 24, 2012 1:00:18 GMT -5
But no, there was a new sherff. That thought made Regina boil inside. And of course She'd never come to a call of peace desturbance! Not from these....!
Fred's words brought the mayor back. "There are certainly more quieter ways of celebrating than blasting that.....noise all hours of the night" Regina shot back, her eyes glaring into Fred's as if she could look right into his soul itself, just daring him...
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 24, 2012 20:44:51 GMT -5
Fred stared back at Regina, part frightened and part in disbelief. Did she just really call music...? "It's called 'jazz and swing', Regina," he shot back. "Popular around the first half of the twentieth century? Yeah, just be glad we ain't blasting rap or hip hop or techno, you--"
"Hey! Did she jus' diss the music of our blood?" Ralph stood up from his drum set.
"Sit down, Ralph." Cliff motioned for his band mate to sit back down, even though he was controlling some anger as well.
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Post by Evil Queen/Mayor Regina Mills on May 24, 2012 22:06:46 GMT -5
Regina stood her ground. Even when the drummer rose rather quickly from his set.
If she were fearful herself of the 'Gang' ganging up on her, she didn't show it. "You shouldn't be blasting anything at all ungodly hours of the night" Regina shot back. "I should call the Sheriff right now and have all of you behind bars." The mayor wasn't shouting. However, the tone of her voice was as cold as it was steady.
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 25, 2012 21:37:58 GMT -5
Fred stood his ground. He wasn't going down without a fight. Still, Regina was among the, if not the scariest, people in town that gave him chills. Sometimes he wondered if she even had a soul... or a heart, for that matter.
"Hey, it's freedom of the people," the brunette shot back. "This is a pretty popular joint with the locals, so if we were sent to the clink, there'd be a lotta folks hammering on your front door! We chose the hours we did 'cuz it's the most convenient for the people in this town who want to listen to this music but have a job and can't make it otherwise. And like I said, this music is tame compared to what gets played over the loud speakers of most other night clubs."
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Post by Evil Queen/Mayor Regina Mills on May 25, 2012 22:15:29 GMT -5
Regina skoffed a bit. " 'Most other night clubs'? And you would know this how, Mr. Mouseworth? Hmm? If I remember right, you were born and raised here. You never left Storybrooke limits." Regina gave a rather...cruel smirk then. However, when she saw young Sam up on stage, her mood changed. "Young man, how old are you?" she asked him rather sternly. "Fourteen...fifteen?"
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 25, 2012 22:52:54 GMT -5
She had to go there. Fred wanted more than anything to get out of town, preferably with the band, and tour the country. New York City was a must-see on his list. But every time they tried to leave...
Fred's brows furrowed. "Ya'd be surprised what you can read online!" he nearly shouted before the Mayor's attention was shifted.
Sammy looked at Regina, startled from the conversation he was having with his brother. Her glare sent a shiver down his spine. "... s-sixteen, ma'am," he answered, his voice shaking.
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Post by Evil Queen/Mayor Regina Mills on May 25, 2012 23:00:39 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, " she appologized to the boy, moving past the co-owners a bit. "Sixteen you say? Really?" Regina turned back to Fred and Cliff. "And this is a night club?" The mayor turned back to Sam. "Young man, where is you mother?"
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