The roof, Monday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

The weather had warmed up a bit, and Nadia had gone the whole weekend without properly practicing with her guitar, so she hit the roof after her class, perching on the corner of the ledge overlooking the preserve, one foot propped on the wall as she idly tuned the sucker up and tried to decide what to play.

The roof was, as always, open.

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[oatmanspatient]

Marty was bored and decided to wander around the dorm to see if there was anything interesting going on. Lo and behold he spotted Santos and new that heckling must occur.

"Excuse me but do you take requests?" Marty asked with a smirk.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia knew Marty well enough by now to be on guard. "Sure . . . ."

[oatmanspatient]

"How about 'Tie a Yellow Ribbon 'Round the old Oak Tree?" Marty said grabbing a seat on the ledge.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia frowned. She didn't know that one. He was probably just making up a song title to stump her. Well, she couldn't have that.

She started playing a hard rock riff.

Oh, tie a yellow ribbon 'round that old oak tree,
Yes, tie that ribbon 'round it tight,
If you've ever cared a bit about me,
You'll tie a yellow ribbon 'round that old oak tree.

You wore that ribbon, babe, when we first went to see
That hardcore band playing in the park at night,
So if you've ever cared a bit about me,
You'll tie that ribbon in the park on that tree.

Ooo, baby, baby, tie that ribbon tight,
Ooo, baby, baby, and we'll talk all night,
Ooo, baby, baby, that tree is really pretty,
Ooo, baby, baby, Marty requested a song that's . . . really bad.

Hey, she figured it wasn't bad for being made up on the spot.

[oatmanspatient]

Marty was doing his best not to laugh out loud. He really didn't want to be a girl again.

"I've never heard that that version," Marty replied in between polite claps and stifled snickering.

[nadiathesaint]

"Really? It's considered quite a standard," Nadia lied smoothly. "I'd have thought you would, what with the amazing coincidence that it actually mentions you. . . ."

[oatmanspatient]

"Nope. I always thought it said Martinique," Marty replied. "Oh! Do you know the words to Luv is a Punk Ass Bee-yotch?"

[nadiathesaint]

Okay, now she was certain he was making it up.

"Oh, of course." She started on something with a slightly reggae feel.

Luv, oh luv, she's a punk ass bee-yotch,
You hear what I'm sayin', oh yeah, yeah,
Luv, oh luv, man she's as punk assed a bee-yotch as you ever did see,
You hear what I'm sayin', you hear what I'm sayin'?

Luv says she true, but she ain't, no she ain't,
Luv says she loves you, but she don't, no she don't,
Luv says she ain't lyin', but she do, yeah she do,
Don't let Luv fool you, you fool.

Luv, oh luv, she's a punk ass bee-yotch,
You hear what I'm sayin' man, yeah, oh yeah.

[oatmanspatient]

Marty laughed out loud. "Okay. That was pretty darn good."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia grinned back. "Thanks! That's what you get for making up song titles."

[oatmanspatient]

"Well the first one was real," Marty snickered. "Though I have to say I like your version best."

[nadiathesaint]

"You mean there's actually a song called that? What the hell is it about?"

[oatmanspatient]

"I think it's about soldiers coming home from war," Marty shrugged, "Or something. You up for another challenge?

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia smiled proudly. "Heck yeah. It's fun."

[oatmanspatient]

"Okay," Marty said with a smirk. "How about Pennsylvania Six Five Thousand?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia took a moment to think, then started playing something poppy.

Pennsylvania, ohhhhh, Pennsylvania,
Number two pencils aren't in Pennsylvania.
Pennsylvania, ohhhh, Pennsylvania,
Other numbers are for Pennsylvania.

Pennsylvania's pencils are large and wide,
Pennsylvania's pencils are long and deep,
Pennsylvania's pencils are for crowds, and,
Pennsylvania, ohhh, six five thouuuuusand!

[ooc: you're eeeeevil]