I don't give a damn about my bad reputation

[crumples up the photo and sticks it in her mouth before spitting it back at him] Happy v-day, idiot. Hope you get some v for once.

“Wow,” he wipes a bit of splatter off his face and tosses the wad in a nearby trashcan with some sort of wonderfully slacker precision. You can tell he’s aces at trashcan hoops.

“If ya wanted me in yer mouth, ya could’ve just said so.” His tone isn’t flirty at all, and he bats his eyes down at her, tugging his hat on a bit tighter with a light inhale through the nostrils.

[You've just successfully gained Roxie's full attention.]

The senior looks over the page carefully, nodding along with what she is saying. Lunick does have a background with music, but not exactly the same kind as Roxie. His is more… classical. Piano. That kind of thing. He takes the pencil and taps it against the table once.

“You got the easy part,” he muttered. Not like much of this was difficult, at least not for someone who knew something about music and also paid attention in class (unlike most of the students in there, who just used it as an opportunity to sleep).

Forgetting the pencil was his, Roxie brought it to her mouth and gave it a thoughtful chew. She didn't want to mess up. Looking hard at the paper, she eventually marked in the next two chords. One was right, the second resolved wrongly. Though such a progression would be alright in rock music, it was almost unheard of in classical. 

Even though she felt a bit sad thinking about it, she gave a slight smile although her eyes gave a faraway look. Sighing a bit, the rough girl laid on her back on the bed soon quietly whispering, “I wonder if he’s okay after that…..” Feeling stupid as always, she took a pillow and covered her face. 

Slipping her body downward, Roxie managed to lay backwards on her bed, bass still in hand and still being played. It's notes were messier due to her lazy position, but she didn't care. It didn't matter. She was just really just practicing some old songs anyway. Her throat rumbled with a tune, her alto voice easily finding the notes of the rock song. That's when she heard Sapphire say something again. She played softly to listen, but found herself understand few of the words she managed to slip. Then she yelled. 

Uh... [nope, she had nothing specific in mind] yeah, I do. 

[What a lier. Roxie isn't even exactly sure why she lied about something so pointless, but maybe she kind of missed having Dia to drag places. It seems she's been the one roped into conversations and hang-outs lately. Roxie was probably craving a moment to exploit her bossy attitude.]

[The rocker curved them towards the dorms, somewhere along the way deciding to head to her dorm room since it was the only place she could think of. In a sort of sudden realization that she was still clutching to Dia, she quickly removes her hands without making a huge deal about it, and moves to fetch her keys from her pocket. After finding them, she twirls them around her pointer finger, raising an eyebrow.] Let's just hang. Like old times, I guess. We haven't really done that in a while.

“You’re late,” he says flatly. He sighs and leans back in his chair. “Neither of us want to be here, so let’s just get this over with, alright?” Here, he rests his elbows on the table, putting his head in his hands. This is going to be the most torturous couple hours of his life, but, he’s resolved to be mature and focused so they can just get it done.

She perched her chunky dr. martin boots up on a nearby chair as she listened to him, tentative agreement written all over her face. With an exhale, she managed a little nod, "Sounds good to me." 

"Well," Roxie started, glaring at him briefly at his questioning expression, "we need to write a short song that includes some of the progressions we learned in class. Starting it off is the easy part."

Leaning over the table, she snatched his pencil and drew a large "G" on the page.

“You’re late,” he says flatly. He sighs and leans back in his chair. “Neither of us want to be here, so let’s just get this over with, alright?” Here, he rests his elbows on the table, putting his head in his hands. This is going to be the most torturous couple hours of his life, but, he’s resolved to be mature and focused so they can just get it done.

She perched her chunky dr. martin boots up on a nearby chair as she listened to him, tentative agreement written all over her face. With an exhale, she managed a little nod, "Sounds good to me." 

"Well," Roxie started, glaring at him briefly at his questioning expression, "we need to write a short song that includes some of the progressions we learned in class. Starting it off is the easy part."

Leaning over the table, she snatched his pencil and drew a large "G" on the page.

[1/16/13 4:57:46 PM] may:

[With a navy duffle over her shoulder, the rocker stomped into the nearly descolate girls locker room. She rummaged through her bag and… shit… She didn’t have a shirt. Wearing her uniform during practice would be a hassle, nor did she feel like wallking all the way back to the dorms, so it was time to ask the boys for one.]

[Lazy and uncaring of the fact that she was only half dressed, Roxie went over in her pink sports bra and her usual pants for practice. She pushed open the door and yelled out into the lockerroom,] HEY, anyone got a spare shirt?

Following afterwards her, the girl winced at the lingering comment that went straight right at her. She nodded a bit and gave a small face as she placed her stuff down on her bed and other related things on to the table. Wringing out her hands from running, she sighed pulling onto the hair band that held her hair up and letting it go to let her hair free.