Woe to Felicity- Resident Evil

Chapter 10

"Oh cool." You said in genuine awe, lowering your gun slowly as you walked into a dimly lit room, appearing to be a cocktail bar slash entertainment area.

The faint light in the room came from a few lamps on the walls or the ceiling, some light reflecting off the large mirrors in the back of the room, illuminating the colorful color assorted liquor bottles. A few black leather bar stools were crooked against the bar counter, one of two toppled over on the floor.

Two large curved back chairs were facing each other up against the left wall, separated by a small coffee table containing an ashtray and empty whiskey glasses.
The walls were a rich dark chocolate color, contrasting against the usual checkerboard pattern floor. Yet somehow, the vibe in the room was almost comforting, despite being in a mansion full of undead.

The real star of the room was the black grand piano almost in the center of the room. The top had a thin layer of dust, as did most of everything in the room, but it was a familiar sight to see.

"I haven't seen one of these things in a while," you brought your hand gently over the keys, feeling their smooth surface against your fingertips.

"Let me guess, your dad had one of these?" Chris asked, allowing his hand to run along the top lid of the open piano.

You shook your head in reply. "My mother actually. Beethoven and Mozart fanatic." You giggled a little, gently pressing down on the F key. "She loves classical music, always insisted I learned how to play an instrument. I never fancied the violin, so I settled for this."

"Say, which one wrote Moonlight Sonata?"

"Uh.. Beethoven," you looked up at the man, "Why?" You asked.

He lifted up a Manila folder, faint baby blue in color. The title of the symphony plastered on the front in cursive letters. "This was tucked into the piano, crammed into all those strings."

"Damn," You grabbed the folder, opening it to reveal the sheet music, which had been visibly affected by faint splatters of coffee or tea, or even whiskey for all you knew, "Who in the hell would shove sheet music into the piano?"

"Drunks." Chris shrugged.

"Fair point," you nodded, frowning at the sight of one of the sheet pages appearing to have been ripped out almost carelessly.

"Stupid drunk people." You muttered, turning the pages back until you got to the first one, setting it slowly on the stand.

"You know how to play?" You looked over to Chris, who had been momentarily content with his minor amusement in you fussing over damaged sheet music, but also for your love of it.

"Ah," he shook his head, almost feeling a bit embarrassed. "Not really, I used to when I was a kid, but I doubt my skills would ever compare."

"Play for me." You offered, standing aside to give him some room to stand at center on the piano.

"No, no I can't." Chris waved his hand a bit, chuckling off his nervousness. It was kind of a cute scene, making you giggle as you waved him over.

"Come on, I haven't played since I was little either, please?" You insisted, seeing him let out a dramatic sigh of defeat, approaching the space you gave him.

"Alright alright, I'll try it." You smiled, watching him bring his hands down onto the keys.

His hands were in their correct spot, his fingers pressing down on the proper keys. It was only then he attempted to play the next notes did his fingers hit the wrong keys, causing him to wince.

"Aaah," He chuckled again, looking over at you, "I told you I was bad."

"No no!" You insisted, giggling a little as you brought your hands over slowly, helping his fingers in coming back to the proper position. "You had the starter perfectly, the transitions throw me off too."