SOURCE: WSOED › FLOYD, ROBERT AKA BOB.
— he’s a little foggy around the edges. seen one too many sunrises, as rooster put it once. though the drink sitting on top of the piano is a cup of water this time, paper straw and all, as he tries to flush some of the liquor out of his system. bob squints at the piano keys - there’s a smudge right in the centre of his left lens, from when coyote snagged them off of his face earlier in the evening. it’s not making this any easier.
“ now hang on a minute- ” he frowns slightly at the keys, trying something else instead. some piano player you are, floyd! “ it’s the piano. it’s out of tune, i’ll have to tell penny. ” his gaze lifts at her question and he thinks about it for a long moment, trying to reach for something in his head beyond the veil of tequila. how did the song go again? rooster sang it all the time! “ i think - something about shaking brains? ”
ever dramatic features sour as he continues to play the piano. but even with it out of tune, it reminds her of a past life she missed, a reminder of a distant dream ( someone else's, not hers ) that were too far to reach. she can't help the smile on her features, & she isn't even the slightest bit over tipsy. “ can't say i'm surprised, it's probably just here for the ambiance. unless they have entertainment on nights when we’re not here. ”
she lets out a laugh at his poor attempt in recalling the lyrics to the song. she could pull out her phone & look up the lyrics but there’s no fun in that. “ is that it? you shake my brain? somethin', somethin', somethin', goodness gracious! great balls of fire! ” she chuckles, imitating the sliding scales she can remember. “ yeah, it doesn't sound as good as when rooster plays it. we need to get this piano fixed. ”