(you're so fine, you blow my mind...)
There's only so much to do in a place like this -- 'so much' being more the equivalent of 'so little', if one were to split hairs -- and, as she can't spend all day in the hut, not if they're going to keep this act up, Stacie's found that as dull as it can be, the rec room is better than nothing. Which is why, dressed in the one decent piece of clothing she's managed to pull out of the box, she's gone to the Compound yet again.
She's heard a few people complain about things like the bookshelf and jukebox, but she's found that, while annoying, they aren't so bad as they're made out to be. At least, that's how she's thought of it until she walks into the rec room, to be greeted with the annoying chorus of some pop song. She would be indifferent, normally, but it's the lyrics that make her pause, staring at the machine from the middle of the room.
Oh, Mickey, what a pity, you don't understand
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Oh, Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand?
It's guys like you, Mickey
Oh, what you do, Mickey, do, Mickey
Don't break my heart, Mickey
Lips pressed tightly together, Stacie sighs, and though she tries her hardest not to get angry, she can't help it. "Oh, what the bloody hell is this?" she snaps, to no one imparticular. She's always been all about not breaking the act for any reason, but at least she has the excuse of the song being obnoxious, if anyone questions it.
[It's late, so all manner of tags are lovely. Despite her being upset, it's a fine time to meet her; she'll calm down quickly. :D]
She's heard a few people complain about things like the bookshelf and jukebox, but she's found that, while annoying, they aren't so bad as they're made out to be. At least, that's how she's thought of it until she walks into the rec room, to be greeted with the annoying chorus of some pop song. She would be indifferent, normally, but it's the lyrics that make her pause, staring at the machine from the middle of the room.
Oh, Mickey, what a pity, you don't understand
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Oh, Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand?
It's guys like you, Mickey
Oh, what you do, Mickey, do, Mickey
Don't break my heart, Mickey
Lips pressed tightly together, Stacie sighs, and though she tries her hardest not to get angry, she can't help it. "Oh, what the bloody hell is this?" she snaps, to no one imparticular. She's always been all about not breaking the act for any reason, but at least she has the excuse of the song being obnoxious, if anyone questions it.
[It's late, so all manner of tags are lovely. Despite her being upset, it's a fine time to meet her; she'll calm down quickly. :D]