#wolfram:thread

Wolfram isn't busy these days. He has enough money in his offshore account so he doesn't need to do an honest day's work for the rest of his life. But he needs work to keep himself from going crazy. And there's only so many meaningless sex he can have to distract himself.

So lately, Wolf has been just prowling the streets of Alexandria with his fiddle. He'd make random stops, play a tune and move on. Sometimes people would listen, film it with their phones, toss a coin or whatever. Most just gives passing glances and ignores but Wolf doesn't mind. It's been pretty entertaining, and relaxing? This is the laziest he has been in decades so he is making the most of it.

He finishes his current piece, and notices someone stopping in front of him. He was going to ask for tips, but instead a name blurts out of him. "Eoghan?" He lowers his violin and grins, "small world! Didn't know you were in this town. How you been?"

Wolfram technically didn't lie when he introduced himself as an aspiring musician. He does know how to play more than a few instruments. Especially piano, he had all the time in the world to practice. He is nowhere close to a professional, classically trained pianist, but he is pretty good for an amateur if he says so himself. It took a bit to find a place with a piano, but he did manage to convince the owner to let him play.

After he finishes the last song, a quirky and upbeat tune he picked up while traveling, Wolfram saunters over to the bar. Getting a free drink as per the deal with the bar, he downs his cold beer. "Not bad for a self-taught, huh?" He asks the other patron next to him at the bar before flashing a cheeky grin. "I don't have a jar yet. So if you wanna tip me, you can just buy me a drink."