#classicalsheets

Luciano’s brow twitched as he smacked his fingers down roughly against his piano’s keys. The instrument letting out a loud drawn out doooon sound from him hitting the low note keys. Turning on his bench to stare at the side doors were a particularly pesky person had been lightly knocking. Walking over to the french glass doors, he pulled one open. 

He looked at Luciano as he sat down and sighed, tipping his whiskey as a hello. “No,” Robert growled, obviously annoyed by the whole scenery. “I feel bad for asking you to come with me now. Some friend asked me to come get his kid at this college party. Sent her home already.”

“Want to throw something, see if we can start a fight?”

Luciano gave a vague hum, as he chuckled faintly, “No particularly judgment here.”. He mumbled faintly. His brow raised slowly as he stared at Robert evenly. “I’m not usually one for fisticuffs.” he chuckled slightly as he tapped his finger against the side of his glass.