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[bohemian_mark]

"Mark, I don't know about this guy. He can't hold a guitar for shit." Roger walks along, brandishing his Fender. "Are you sure about him

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[aveb_feline]

Here's a distraction, by which we mean, Mimi flinging herself on Roger and kissing him.

Somebody's in a good mood.

[rockstardavis]

Roger blinks, putting his Fender down, and kissing her back. "Hello to you too." He's definitely not worried about the PDA.

Mark slinks off.

[aveb_feline]

Mimi wraps her legs around his waist and beams at him.

"Hey, baby. Love you."

[rockstardavis]

"Hey to you too." Roger snogs her heartily, sitting down on a sofa. "Haven't seen you in a while." Beat. "Oh, yeah. That's my own fucking fault."

[offinjamieland]

Jamie happens to be sitting at a table near the entrance, pounding away at his typewriter - well, the one that the Inn has provided, at least.

He's very focused.

He's also surrounded by balled up pieces of paper. Most of which start "Dear Quinn--"

[bohemian_mark]

"Why do I have a strange feeling that you're behind this?" The memo is dropped on Jamie's typewriter. He eyes the papers, and just raises an eyebrow.

[offinjamieland]

Jamie looks down, reads the note quickly, and smiles. Very very widely.

"Hey, she's gonna do it!"

[bohemian_mark]

"Yeah. She is." Mark has an odd tone of voice. "Clearly you two have made each other's aquaintance." Combine this with Jill's comment that Quinn didn't come home a couple nights ago, well... Mark can do that sort of math.

[the_antiangst]

Angel's not paying terribly close attention, at first, but he knows Mark and Roger's voices when he hears them.
It's Mark's last sentence that makes him look up; he's frowning a bit. Sure, Mark probably doesn't mean it, but... still.
"I still don't trust that tone of voice. Just so you know."

[bohemian_mark]

"What tone of voice?" Mark blinks a few times, still intent on the paper in his hands.

"Don't ask me." Roger shrugs.

[the_antiangst]

"Be glad you don't know from experience, Roger. It was going on something people's voices shouldn't do - not enough to make me worry, but still."
Angel? Does not so much trust that damn music.

[bohemian_mark]

Roger blinks at Mark for a moment. "Hell, Angel. I missed that. Cohen, what the fuck's up with your voice? Angel's right. There was something odd with that last sentance."

Those closest to the Music are the least likely to notice it

Mark just stares. "I didn't notice anything."