Historias de Jazzbar

Steve Rogers never expected The Midnight Blue Modal - the old‑school Brooklyn bar he runs with James Barnes - to become the place where his life quietly shifts. With dim lights, worn leather booths, and jazz drifting through the room each night, it's a refuge for anyone who needs a moment to breathe. That's exactly what Natasha Romanoff seems to be doing. She walks in every day, always choosing the same booth, always ordering the same drink, always carrying a quiet weight she never explains. Her job isn't dangerous, but it's complicated, and Steve can see it in the way she softens only when she's here. What starts as small talk turns into something gentler - a warmth he feels in her lingering smiles, in the way she listens, in the way she lets her guard down only in this room, only with him. He doesn't know what she does. She doesn't tell him. But the more she shows up, the more he realizes the truth he never meant to face: The most dangerous thing he's ever done has nothing to do with the bar or the past he's trying to outrun. It's giving his heart to her - and hoping she'll want to keep it.

A private investigator by the name of Lee Siyeon is set on a task to find a culprit said to be usually lingered in a jazz bar, only to find a pretty girl that would seem to cling to Lee Siyeon wherever she would go.

She's started off her day the wrong way but can she soon turn that around?

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Two former colleagues of entosite characters reunite in an infectious jazz bar. Their playful dialogue sparks a flame of nostalgia and potential attraction as it takes an unexpected twist. Their pathways weren't meant to depart. Not just yet.

A frequent at their local Jazz Bar, Y/N begins taking notice of a certain - just as frequent - performer, and gradually falls for her symphonic talent, and just a little bit more... A personal interpretation of the original song, Jazz Bar follows your typical salaryman of the late 1980s' commercial boom. With the increasing stress of the pressing tertiary-workplace environment, Y/N naturally finds themself in their local jazz bar by 9pm, where they savour a single drink, read a book, and allow their mind rest to the ambience of smooth jazz produced by aspiring artists. However, whatever contemporary fiction Y/N happens to be reading at a given moment is put down when a noticeably gamine (but nonetheless elegant) girl sets herself on a wooden stool - acoustic guitar slung over her shoulder - and announces the original title of the upcoming pieces, and indulges her audience alongside the usual live band. Y/N can't keep their eyes (and ears) off of the figure. Particularly in the case of a single, unnamed piece, always performed at 11:30 on the dot, no matter the tracklist prior. This song, as entrancing as it is, taints Y/N, as internal conflict rises alongside their establishing feelings, not just for the sound, but for the one responsible for it also. (All characters that are not of my own creation are only loosely based on their actual persona, and are therefore not to be taken as a literal nor credible representation of them as a person)

Day 2 of the Cassarian Advent Calender. Jazz bar AU.