Yes, that was Fall Out Boy blasting from Wing 4 of Taft. And that would be Peyton sitting out by the campfire with her feet up, a sketchpad, and a cold drink.
She'd probably be pretty amenable to turning the music down or taking suggestions for the next album.
The music is what drew her towards the campfire, but if she dared to catch a glimpse of that boy, she'd turn around and head back to her cabin. She wasn't sure she had it in her tonight to give him her two cents. Lucky for her, it was Peyton.
Smiling as she approached, she sat down rather primly upon a log, her Mary Janes tapping to the beat of the music. And she wiggled her fingers in a wave at Peyton.
"What's this music?" Valentine asked, her curiosity and a need to know if it was contemporary or something else encouraging her to drift over toward the Taft cabin to inquire.
Valentine paused a moment to listen a little more, but she had to be honest. It mostly just sounded like...music in general to her. "Contemporary?" she asked.
Jen had been out for a run, and gave Peyton a brief nod before heading into the cabin for a shower. When she returned a few minutes later (she took quick showers) she was in light workout pants and a pink (of course) tank top, and settled down on a log with a sheaf of paperwork in her hand.
"Hey," she said, and didn't even bitch about the music. See, she really had loosened up. Paperwork notwithstanding.
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"Hey," she said, and didn't even bitch about the music. See, she really had loosened up. Paperwork notwithstanding.
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