The Moon, The Sun, and Everything Else

Piano Man

A/N: I've had this sitting in my Google Docs forever, so I hope this is decent enough because I might be M.I.A. for the next while because of shows and exams and all that jazz. But enjoy this AU!

A/N #2: I'm sorry it is short and trash

Cast List:
Kevin: The Piano Man
Kirstie: “The waitress is practicing [law]”
Avi: “John at the bar is a friend of mine”
Scott: “Businessman who slowly gets [drunk]”
Mitch: “Paul is a real estate novelist who never had time for a wife”
Esther: Manager of the bar “She knows its me they’ve been coming to see”

“Hey, Avi.” Kevin said, pulling the raggedy old barstool closer to the bar to sit down. He had just walked a good mile and a half to get here - there was no use for a car in the heart of Manhattan. And “here” was a bar, a bar he had been frequenting more often than not in these past few months. Making ends meet was getting harder and harder since he had been laid off from his previous career, and he needed to escape for a while.

“Hey, Kev! The usual?”  

“You know it.” Kevin laughed emotionlessly and half smiled. Avi nodded and turned around himself to start crafting Kevin’s usual drink: an old fashioned. Kevin watched as Avi skillfully flipped the glass bourbon bottle from his right hand, behind his back, and into his left hand before pouring the liquid into the glass. Avi always liked being a show off with his crazy bartending skills like that one. “Thank you.” Kevin said as Avi slid the glass to him. He stopped the drink between his hands and took a sip. Kevin chuckled lightly to himself as he watched a girl try to hit on Avi. The only reason he was laughing was because he was the only person to know that Avi and one of the waitresses, Kirstin, (which was something that was against the bar’s employee policies, mind you.) But nonetheless, Avi played it off as smooth as ever, as he always did when this thing happened.

Kevin looked around the bar, he saw a few familiar faces. The regulars. He stopped looking around when he saw a piano propped up in the corner. “Avi,” He turned back to his friend at the bar. “Since when is there a piano?”

“I honestly don’t know. Esther thought it’d be a good open-mic, local talent type situation, I…” He shook his head with a laugh. “I don’t even know with Esther anymore.”

“Be nice, Kaplan, that’s our boss you’re talking about.” Kirstie came around behind the bar with a chuckle. Avi returned a chuckle before quickly kissing her forehead.

“Oh, hey, Kevin was just asking about the piano, when did that get there?” Avi asked Kirstie.

“Yeah, it was brought in a few weeks ago, yeah.” Kirstie nodded.

Kevin turned back around himself and took another look at the piano. “Mind if I play a little something?”