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[ooc: post David/Charlie. slowtimed. v.v. slowtimed.]

Charlie enters the wear, wearing a green t-shirt that reads "Tis Himself" in gold Celtic-like letters.

His hair is also green.

Please don't ask him to sing "Dannyboy". He might hurt you.

~~[ooc: mun must flee for some obligations. back later. slowtime please?]~~

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Liam is sitting somewhere near the bar, with a potted shamrock in front of him.

Charlie is at the piano, not playing 'Dannyboy'; and for some reason Liam's shamrock in a pot makes him play 'Tie a Yellow Ribbon 'Round The Old Oak Tree.'

It doesn't have to make sense. It just has to be.

Liam turns and listens, then picks up his shamrock and heads for the piano.

Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
It's been three long years
Do you still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree

Charlie sings, playing piano with many flourishes.

Liam grins at him, putting his plant down on the piano.

"Good to see you playing, little brother."

"Feeling rather good today, that's all.

"Thanks for, um, being discrete last night."

"No problem", Liam answers with a grin. "Reminded me of the old days, you remember? On the road?"

"Oh god," Charlie says and bangs his forehead on the keyboard, laughing nonetheless.

"Only because of the sharing a room thing", Liam reassures him, laughing.

"And the six months it took us to figure out if a tie 'round the doorknob meant 'come in and interupt' or 'go away.'"

"Ha. Yeah, that too. Teenagers..."

"Insanity," Charlie murmurs. "Completely insane. Frequently fun . . . ah, the good old days. But completely crazy."

"It feels like another life, doesn't it?" Liam says softly.

"Yeah. It does." He looks at Liam seriously. "You don't miss it. You'd come back if you did."

Liam sighs.

"I miss the days when it was good, Char. But you know why I can't go back."

"Yeah, I do."

"If it was just the music, the way it used to be once... but I can't do the whole music business thing again."

"I've been thinking . . . when I get back to the real world . . . I'll go into film scoring. Making music without the insanity."

Liam smiles.

"Sounds like a good plan."

"Got to make a living somehow." He smiles dryly. "I'll have a family to support and all. Probably."

"I think it'll suit you", Liam says quietly.

"I got pretty good at evocative music with Yrael for a while there . . . haven't tried since. Um. January."

"I remember. You played me the island."

"Yeah. If I can do that for films it might work out pretty good. Steady work, anyway."

"Sounds like you're on to something."