Groovy Tunes, Friday

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante had one of Breq's songs stuck in his head all day.

It was driving him nuts. No matter how much he dug through Spotify on his phone, he couldn't find it.

So he was spending his shift at work digging through what few albums they still sold, hoping to find something that looked like it - and humming quietly to himself. Stupid songs. Stupid Breq.

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia would be okay with it staying at 'a little'.

"Came to play the drums," she said. And while the dry matter-of-factness of that seemed like a dare to try and stop her, she added: "Is that okay?"

Because occasionally she had something approaching manners.

[rebelseekspizza]

"'Course it is," Dante said, stepping away from the shelves. "Just let me get my guitar."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia almost told him it hadn't been an invitation. But maybe it had.

Either way, she gave him a 'suit yourself' shrug before heading for where they kept the drums.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante didn't need an invitation to decide to join, anyway.

He plucked a nice, spikey guitar out of the many they had up on display, snagged an amp with his free hand, and followed after her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia picked up the sticks, settled down behind the drums, shrugged off her jacket (probably too warm for today's weather, anyway, but it was a habit), and began to play.

She'd improved. She wasn't particularly skillful, of course, but she had enough coordination to produce a steady, harsh beat. Relentless, savage.

And oh so loud.

[rebelseekspizza]

While she played, Dante plugged in his amp, got the guitar hooked up, and then... waited.

Just waited for an entry point.

He liked her beat.

He found it at last on an offbeat and hit a chord, enjoying the sense he power he got out of the roar that spewed from the amp.