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Elizabeth Weir is in a far better mood than she has been since she found herself bound in Milliways.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it's a lovely day outside.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she didn't even think to try the main door today, to go back to her world.

Or maybe it's that she's on her third candy bar.

The options are many; the answers are few.

At any rate, she finds herself a barstool, breaking off a piece of chocolate from her newest bar and popping it into her mouth before ordering a root beer.

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"Believe me, you do get used to it after a while."

Then he stops to listen, expression first curious, then thoughtful.

They really don't have that sound in 1970. Never did.

They will. Eventually.

And Elizabeth's not so much paying attention to the Brigadier as humming along with the music, shifting in her position to every half note in the guitar break as if she'd been doing that all her life.

The song ends, and she turns down the volume when the next song picks up on the CD, "I haven't listened to Aerosmith in a long time. I'll have to keep the habit going."

Well, yes, eventually. And eventually they'll have the Sex Pistols, which will be something of a nightmare.

(The mun tried so very, very hard when she was writing Hellblazer fanfic. Couldn't make it all the way through "God Save The Queen". So sorry.)

"I can think of a few men under my command who'd offer to sell you their first-born children for more of a sound like that," he muses aloud.

"But not you," Elizabeth observes.

She sounds disappointed.

He's not an unobservant man.

"One song's hardly enough to judge a whole body of work by, now, is it?" he says, eyebrows raised. "I do think I'm entitled to listen to a bit more before I make up my mind."

"Yay!" Elizabeth replies animatedly, hitting stop on the current CD. "Might as well bring it back to the beginning..."

The next song Elizabeth goes for in particular is 'Dream On'.

"One of the most well known of their singles. Not my favorite, but still beautiful."

.... yay?

It's hard to say whether the surprised cast to his expression has to do with the music or the .... who are we kidding? It's the 'yay' that does it. Still, he nods. "NOt bad at all," he allows as he listens. "When's this supposed to come around again?"

"Early in '73, out of Boston Massachusetts. If you stay in the US for a little while longer, you can hear them as they take over the radio."

He's not actually stationed in the States at the moment, UN designation or not, but he sees no real reason to bother her with that fact.

"I'll keep it in mind," he promises instead.

A headnod of approval, and Elizabeth lets the CD move onto "Big Ten Inch Record".

Elizabeth giggles -- giggles -- and changes the song before the lyrics advance too far.

That's a good thing. He's willing to accept a fair amount, but.... we've seen the lyrics. Thankfully, the giggles catch his attention instead.

"I say, Elizabeth, are you quite certain you're feeling yourself today?"

Elizabeth appears to stop and ponder his question seriously for a moment.

She leans forward then, over the stereo that seperates herself and the Brigadier.

"I think so," Elizabeth replies with a smile. "Is it so bad that I'm in a decent mood?"

Never in his life has he been the sort to back down. Ever.

"No, I suppose not. It does seem rather novel, that's all."

"I'm stuck at a bar. It's the least I can do to not mope. Novelty isn't such a bad idea."

"You know you could relax a little too. That would be novel."

"Elizabeth," he says in perfect seriousness, "I am relaxing."

"Then you should let me call you Al."

"I don't believe you've ever expressed the slightest interest before."

"Shame on me."

Smirking, 'The Other Side' in the background.

"Maybe I should start."

He's not really listening to the music at this point.

"You seem to be starting a lot of things today."

"Seemed like the opportune moment."

Elizabeth leans forward the rest of the way, and almost lands on the Brigadier's mouth, pulling away just as quickly.

"I'll leave the stereo here hope you like the Aerosmith I'll see you later Al bye," and Elizabeth's on her feet and heading off, not really knowing what else to do with herself.

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