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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie is curled up in a booth with a good view of the observation window. He's holding his guitar like a security blanket.

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Haven't seen him in months. Roger, I mean. Not Indy.

And, aye, I have. We were on the verge of fighting, but somehow it ended okay.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Indy . . . indeed." Who will, unfortunately, always to him be associated with the news of Delia's death. But that's another issue.

He sighs and shakes his head. "I don't know, love. Maybe Lilly won't find another accountant and you'll be the permanent . . . temporary. One."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she laughs]

Maybe! All problems solved, then.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Yeah, there you go. Just hope that everybody else is incompetent."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[nope, she's just giggling now]

It'd be nice.

[bloodyrockgod]

"It would." He nods in agreement and sips more beer.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

And if not...

You were teaching me the piano, no?

[bloodyrockgod]

"I seem to remember that. Want a lesson?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Please.

[bloodyrockgod]

"C'mon." He jerks his head to the piano. "Let's make some music."


[ooc: Can we fade/slow? My hands need a rest.]

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[ooc: It seems a lovely place to fade, thanks!]

[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: Thanks :D]