It was a warm, humid evening, so when Nadia grabbed her guitar and headed to the Servants' Quarters just after dusk, she brought with her a small cooler of ice and mixers as well. Walter had said he'd provide the rum ( Read more... )

Yeah, Nadia was still in her room. But she totally had plans to leave. Tomorrow. Maybe.

But she was still feeling the need for sensory overload, so she had her guitar out and headphones plugged into it, and was jumping around the place playing Sleater Kinney.

The door still didn't have a lock. As such? It had totally fallen open.

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It wasn't like Nadia had much else to do, and the front porch was totally the new roof, so Nadia was out with her guitar, playing to the swamp and anyone else who might happen by.

Today's choice? Sinnerman by Nina Simone. It hadn't been easy to translate the piano into guitar, but it was a hell of a lot of fun to sing.

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