The Flying Pussyfoot, Limbo City, Wednesday

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Due to owning a business, Kathy sometimes got very weird, not-at-all-related-to-her-business offers from vendors trying to establish a working relationship. Most she tossed, but occasionally something really cool would end up in her inbox. Like a pair of tickets for a Murder Mystery Dinner, taking place on a newly-renovated luxury train from the 1930s. People would sign up, choose a character from the list of possible dinner attendees, and then show up and ride the train around Limbo City for a few hours, having dinner and trying to solve the whodunnit.

Kathy had been charmed from the start and had pretty much decided to go immediately. The question of who to take was answered when she spotted that one of the characters listed was a "rich rock star."

That made it easy.

One conversation of 'You don't have to dress up and you can bring your guitar!' and 'pleeeeease, it sounds like a ton of fun!' later, and Kathy and Dante had their tickets and were waiting to board the extravagant train cars of The Flying Pussyfoot for four hours of delicious, murdery fun!

[For the poor sap who agreed to this]

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"I think you might have to ply me with a little something more before I start talkin' that kind of shit," Dante said. He was smirking, but he didn't move.

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"Not the type to kiss and tell, I see," Kathy said. "At least, not without the proper incentive?"

She glanced at the bartender and gestured for him to send over another beer for Dante.

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"Something like that," Dante said, expression casual but eyes hot. "You ever go to any rock shows, miss...?"

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It took Kathy a second to reply. She had to finish half her own drink just to keep from fanning herself at the smouldering look Dante was giving her.

"Li," she said. "Hana Li. And I've gone to a few. Combichrist toured the States a few years back. Went to that one."

Yes, she was cheating, going for bands she knew he liked.

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"Combichrist, huh? Never heard of them."

Got you now, Kat. "What're they like?"

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Dante. Dante. Dante. You liked them. You used to listen to them all the time.

C'mon now. She used to talk death metal with one of her Fandom little sisters, you think she'd be stymied by Combichrist?

"It's aggrotech," she said, dimpling at him. "Industrial metal. A Norwegian guy does the vocals. You ever hear of Icon of Coil? Or Scandinavian Cock?" Her mouth lingered on that last word. "Same guy, though those projects were more electronic futurepop."

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He didn't think she'd be stymied, he was just calling the naked attempt to appeal to him!

... and having fun doing it.

"Damn, that's a lot of hardcore metal knowledge for an opera singer," Dante said. "You ever look into doin' a guest spot with any of 'em?"

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Of course she was! She did have an agenda for the evening. Solving the mystery was only part of it.

"Broadway singer," Kathy corrected. "Not opera. Very different genre. Not that I'm sure how compatible he'd think either were, even if I were to reach out for a guest spot. Would you?"

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"Broadway singer trying to expand into something new? Could be fun," Dante said, grinning. "Good rock music is all about contrast."

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"What, something like a high aria with a deep bass shreds to keep it grounded?" Kathy suggested, resting her chin on her hand.

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"Exactly. Or one soprano holding her own against a distorted guitar gone wild," Dante said thoughtfully. "Might be... pretty hot."

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"A duet, between a girl and a wailing electric guitar," Kathy said thoughtfully. "Hmm. Has potential."

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"I'm just sayin', have your agent call my agent sometime, huh?" Dante tossed her an easy wink.

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"Oh no, I'm not that easy, Mr. Redgrave," Kathy chided. "I don't share the stage with just anyone. I'm going to need to be impressed."

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"Are you asking for a private showing?" Dante said, smirking.

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"Actually, first I'm asking to get my hands on my co-star there," Kathy all but purred. "Then, maybe, I'll see about a private showing."

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Dante tilted his head, grinning. "So is the co-star me or the guitar?" he said. "Because she's a lovely lady."

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"The guitar," Kathy said with a smile. "Perhaps it's forward of me, but I've been admiring her curves throughout our whole conversation."

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"Well, in that case..."

Dante reached behind him, gingerly removing the guitar.

He held it out for her.

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Kathy ran her fingers delicately over the guitar's sides and then took it from him, fingers moving to the strings even as she adjusted her arms to distribute the guitar's weight.

And then played the opening riff to Enter Sandman without missing a beat.

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"I do love a woman who knows how to handle some strings," Dante sighed happily.

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"You'd be surprised what I can handle," Kathy said, eyelashes lowered demurely as she focused on the guitar. "She is a beauty."

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"Prettiest of my acoustics," Dante said, watching her fingers move. "You've been-- you've practiced a lot."

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Kathy's smile didn't have a lot of role play in it. "I have," she said. "I find it soothing. Life on the stage can be a bit stressful, as I'm sure you know. It gives my voice a rest while still making music."

She switched over to the opening of Aerials by System of A Down.

Glancing up at him, she added, "You seem surprised, Mr. Redgrave."

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"In a good way," Dante said easily. "Too many performers these days don't know their shit. You do, I respect that."