Some music;
Brian was lounging comfortably on a couch. Now, there has been much said about the Convenient Nexus Couch; Brian's, however, has large plush arms, and is hunter green courderoy with beige leather accent pillows. "Rather old boy's hunting lounge, isn't it?" he said cheerfully, stretching a long arm across the top of it. Tall as he was, the back wasn't large enough for him to rest his head against it, and he was left at an awkward angle when he tried to do so. "Bound to get a crick in my neck this way," he mused, and abruptly straightened up.
Rubbing his hands together briskly, he said, "So. Anyone else want to listen to some music?" And reached over to an old-fashioned boombox, black and cheap and plastic with a retractable handle, and pressed a button. My Interpretation by Mika started playing.
♪ You talk about life, you talk about death,
And everything in between,
Like it's nothing, and the words are easy. ♪
Brian started singing along.
Rubbing his hands together briskly, he said, "So. Anyone else want to listen to some music?" And reached over to an old-fashioned boombox, black and cheap and plastic with a retractable handle, and pressed a button. My Interpretation by Mika started playing.
♪ You talk about life, you talk about death,
And everything in between,
Like it's nothing, and the words are easy. ♪
Brian started singing along.