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[bloody_rockgod]

[OOM: Charlie has a dream.]

Some things you think will never change, like Charlie, his guitar, and a song.

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[qsilver_lab_rat]

"Sure," says a voice from behind him. "That's what I do, babe."

[bloody_rockgod]

Charlie tilts back his head and smiles. "And I'm damn lucky in that."

[qsilver_lab_rat]

"Damn right you are," he says with a grin. "What've you been up to lately, eh babe? Been a few weeks for me."

[bloody_rockgod]

"Oh, the usual," Charlie says and puts the guitar aside. He takes Darien's hands and swings his arms a little. "Making music and avoiding madness."

[bothbutneither]

"Hi, Charlie."

There's a certain kinship musicians share, whether they're in the same band or not, whether they play the same type of music or not. Charlie's one of the few people here he'd consider a friend, even though they don't spend a lot of time together.

He... doesn't spend much time with anyone, really, except maybe Faye. He's always drawn comfort from the past, even when the past doesn't merit that kind of sentimentality.

[bloody_rockgod]

Charlie beams at him. "Hey, Gren. Been a while--how are you doing?"

[bothbutneither]

"Pretty well. I like that song of yours."

He doesn't know it, but he doesn't know a great many Earth songs, especially songs of the non-jazz variety. It's funny, though: he really hasn't spent much time here lately, and he's without his sax -- not so strange -- but also without the ever-present cup of tea. There's nothing at all for his hands to do, and he notices it belatedly.

If his pockets weren't empty, he'd offer to buy Charlie a cup of tea or a shot of whiskey or whatever he wants, but he's about as poor as he's ever been and there's not a lot he can do about that now.

"How about you? How have you been?" Last they talked, Charlie was going to get married, he thinks.

It has been an awfully long time.

[bloody_rockgod]

"Thanks--it's by a blues master Ben E. King. Though John Lennon's cover is lovely, too.

"Oh--you know. The same as always. Making music, talking to whomever'll listen, playing with babies when I have the chance, kissing the husband often. You?"

[youalleverybody]

And then he has a big brother, leaning on his shoulder and ruffling his hair.

[bloody_rockgod]

Charlie leans back to grin at him. "Hey."

[youalleverybody]

He grins back, settling on the grass.

"Hey. How're you, baby brother?"

[bloody_rockgod]

"Oh, same as ever." He leans his head on his hand. "I'm going to have to go back to the island for a bit. Just a bit."

No point in beating around the bush with his brother.