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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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[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."

[the_antiangst]

"Mark? All three of us know that isn't true. And you don't want me looking for help kicking your ass if you keep acting like you mean it."
He knows exactly where to find it - even he wouldn't want to cross Sara, and the rumor is Vida packs a mean punch when she wants...

[bohemian_mark]

Roger and Mark look at each other and sigh. Mark finds his tongue first.

"I'm sorry..."

"No. I'm sorry. I pushed you."

"It's the film. We're all stressed."

"No, you're just worried about being a father."

"... That too."

[the_antiangst]

"Don't you people take days off anymore?" Angel's only half joking.

[bohemian_mark]

Mark and Roger together: "What's that?"

[the_antiangst]

...And Angel facepalms. "If you're not careful, I'll tell Vida to add you to those Day With The Girls plans."

[bohemian_mark]

"Oh, God no." Roger winces.

"Well, if it might get him in a dress..." Smirkity filmmaker.

"You fucking better not."

[the_antiangst]

"Oh, come on, Roger, she'd have fun with your hair!"
...Yes, that's meant to be scary. And just think, Angel's the nice one.

[bohemian_mark]

Roger goes pale. "I... think I left the amp on." And with that, he runs out of the Inn, much to Mark's amusement.

[the_antiangst]

Angel just grins. Roger's so easy to needle, sometimes.
"That's not to say she wouldn't find something for you. Other than funding, I mean."