Henry was just finishing the last song of his set when the young woman walked in. While he could play the guitar on his lap without sparing it a thought, he rather liked this tune, it actually gave him some challenge. It hadn't been designed to be played acoustic, he'd just gotten it sounding right and decided it was time to see how it played on stage. There was no fancy setup, just the chair he was currently sitting on and a stand for him to rest his guitar when he wasn't on stage. The only other thing of note on the stage was a tan and white AmStaff pup sleeping soundly at his side.
He stood and set the guitar on its stand, hopping easily off the stage as the scattered applause died away. The pup lifted its head as his master moved away, standing with a yawn to follow. Henry lifted the young dog off the stage, knowing the pup was just as likely to land in a heap on the floor as not. He was at that awkward stage between puppy and adolescence, all big paws and too long legs. The pup stuck at Henry's side as if glued there, but without a hint of fear or concern at the world around him. Anyone who knew the man, thew that pup was always by his side, and with good reason, so no one bothered them.
He made his way to the bar, his gaze lingering on the lovely little cowgirl without being rude about it. He flopped down at an empty table with his fresh beer, propping a boot up on the chair across from him as the pup curled up under his chair, tucking his tail over white painted paws. Henry took a long pull from the dark bottle, letting his pale blue eyes sweep over the club, offering a slight smirk as they lingered on the cowgirl for a moment before continuing their sweep. Always vigilant...
Henry McGregor
I'm flat on the floor with my head down low
Where the sky can't rain on me anymore
Don't knock on my door 'cause I won't come
I'm hidin' from the storm 'til the damage is done
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