Chase arched an eyebrow at the sound of the guitar. "For a moment, I thought Wilson had stolen that away and was trying to perfect the fine art of cat's screeching," he teased with a bit of a smirk, leaning in the doorway. "Classical?"
The sound of a guitar - out of tune or no - was music to John's ears. Music. He followed the sound, smiling triumphantly when he came across a guy with a guitar. "I think you are my new best friend," he said happily.
Jay would have argued that it was perfectly in tune-- just being played poorly at the moment. "Aw, well, ain't that sweet," he said, affecting the drawl more than usual. "Siddown a spell."
John did just that. "John Sheppard, nice to meet you. How long have you had that, and do you know any Johnny Cash?" His fingers twitched; he missed his own guitar.
"Since I was old enough to respect her," Jay said, "and who doesn't?" He gave the guitar a strum, as if introducing it to the man. "Name's Jay Guthrie."
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