At some point in time during his wanderings, Anatoly had taken a wrong turn of sorts and found himself in a part of the island he hadn't explored much before.
Hearing a haunting familiar sound, he investigated and after a few moments, found its source - one Roger Davis. There was something good about being turned around, after all.
"Hello, Roger," he said warmly as he approached. "I thought I recognized that sound."
"Hey Russia," Roger greeted over his glasses. "Never seen you around these parts." He smiled, though. Thank God -- someone he hadn't made a fool of himself in front of.
Maybe it was a stroke of braveness, maybe Roger was just that stupid, but as soon as the words were out of Anatoly's mouth, Roger's retort shot back with a quiet, almost-shy, "Keep talking like that, Russia, and I'm gonna think you're flirting with me." At first he was mortified to the point where one would think he was doing his best 14 year old girl impression, but he managed to sober around it. It actually came off fairly smooth, so he could get away with it. Maybe. Hopefully.
Mamet's smoking as he wanders, the dogs a good ways behind him 'cause it's hot out and they're lazy. He pauses when he hears music playing, and then heads toward it. He stops again.
"Huh. Why does that sound familiar?" he asks, cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth as he ponders Roger's fingers and his chord arrangement.
Roger's cheeks flushed crimson the moment he looked up, but at least he had the good grace to keep playing through to the verse.
"There she stood in the street, smilin' from her head to her feet," he sang, glancing up to see if the song registered on Mamet's face. Maybe if they kept talking about music until Roger inevitably took off again, things would be alright.
If only Neil's words weren't echoing through his head over and over.
"Hmm..." Mamet says around the cigarette, then plucks it from his mouth and exhales. He doesn't seem perturbed about anything. "I recognize it, can't think of the band, though. That shit always bugs the hell out of me." He grins. "Spill."
Roger exhaled a playful breath that sent his hair cascading upward. He skipped to the chorus.
"All right now, baby it's a-alright, now..." He sang twice and then dropped off before the solo. "'All Right Now' by Free. It's... one of the best roc songs ever written. In my opinion." He dropped his hands from the guitar and finally looked up at Mamet.
With the new camera he'd gotten in January in tow, Mark was on a Mission. It was really less of a mission than the kernel of an idea that may or may not become a script that might or might not turn into a new project. For now he was just trying to get some footage for his class so he could brainstorm with Gideon over lighting and camera angles
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Roger smiled - he couldn't help that - but he didn't look up. He knew better than that. What Mark wanted was realism, a sense that the island was the same, he assumed, so he just kept playing, solo-ing it up, only looking up after 'cut' was announced.
"Add that to the archives," Roger said, shaking his hair out of his face. "Sup, stranger? Haven't seen hide nor albino hair of you. But people talk..." He smirk, gesturing to the island as a whole. And by 'people,' he clearly meant 'Maureen.'
"People always talk," Mark replied wryly. "When it's good, it's called publicity. How's, um, everything?"
His question was as broad as it was deep. With school and his new project, not to mention Prior...and the whole personality changes that had him scrambling for some solitude until it all passed, Mark hadn't been all that social. Somehow, he didn't think AA counted.
"You're such a tortured artist," Roger murmured, low and alcohol-roughened. He glanced up over his shades at his wayward best friend and cocked his head. "You haven't been coming around." Neither had he, but that was par for the course for Roger. Wherever he went, he expected Mark to follow, and it was fine that he didn't but just... weird.
Prior really should have thought, when he heard the guitar, that it might be Roger. But somehow it didn't occur to him, and as he walked past and turned his head toward the sound, it was too late - their eyes met, and it would have been completely ridiculous for him to keep going without stopping. Besides, they were friends, right?
Friends. One of whom was looking very, very good with his shirt off.
At least Prior was looking a little better himself. He was on an upswing, which he knew wouldn't last, but he may as well enjoy it while it did. At the very least, he was dressing well (some of the worst lesions had cleared up, so he wasn't limited to loose knits), and his hair was kind of a thing of beauty.
"That's a neat trick, honey," he said, gesturing to the solar amp as he approached.
Wow. He looked good. He was sure Prior knew Brian was gone, and that made him feel more guilty than any time Prior had seen Roger and Brian together, but now... He just hadn't seen much of him. Once when Prior was in the clinic and a few times out, but not like this. Not just the two of them in front of Roger's hut and in a certain state of undress. For two AIDS patients, they looked amazing, and Roger for one was taking notice. Though it seemed Prior was, too.
"Oh. Uh, thanks," Roger said, nodding to the amp. "Duo made it for me and Rodney McKay solarized it." He smiled a bit from behind his sunglasses. "You... look really good."
Prior kind of wished that that statement didn't give him so much pleasure. "Thanks, Roger." He paused. "So do you." It was true, too, very true, though he tried not to sweep his eyes over Roger's body as he said it. He cleared his throat. "How have you been?"
He knew about Brian, of course. But he hadn't talked to Roger about it, he didn't really want to, truth be told. He felt badly for Roger, sympathetic that he was dealing with a loss, but he certainly couldn't pretend that he'd had anything but dislike for Brian.
He was really glad, too. An ex catching you looking like crap is pretty much the worst thing ever.
God, he gets gayer every day.
"You know," Roger said, nodding slowly. "But good. Really good. Dean and Angua... well, they babysit me." He chuckled. "Staying out of the clinic, so... And, uh, you?"
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Hearing a haunting familiar sound, he investigated and after a few moments, found its source - one Roger Davis. There was something good about being turned around, after all.
"Hello, Roger," he said warmly as he approached. "I thought I recognized that sound."
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"Huh. Why does that sound familiar?" he asks, cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth as he ponders Roger's fingers and his chord arrangement.
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"There she stood in the street, smilin' from her head to her feet," he sang, glancing up to see if the song registered on Mamet's face. Maybe if they kept talking about music until Roger inevitably took off again, things would be alright.
If only Neil's words weren't echoing through his head over and over.
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"All right now, baby it's a-alright, now..." He sang twice and then dropped off before the solo. "'All Right Now' by Free. It's... one of the best roc songs ever written. In my opinion." He dropped his hands from the guitar and finally looked up at Mamet.
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"Add that to the archives," Roger said, shaking his hair out of his face. "Sup, stranger? Haven't seen hide nor albino hair of you. But people talk..." He smirk, gesturing to the island as a whole. And by 'people,' he clearly meant 'Maureen.'
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His question was as broad as it was deep. With school and his new project, not to mention Prior...and the whole personality changes that had him scrambling for some solitude until it all passed, Mark hadn't been all that social. Somehow, he didn't think AA counted.
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Friends. One of whom was looking very, very good with his shirt off.
At least Prior was looking a little better himself. He was on an upswing, which he knew wouldn't last, but he may as well enjoy it while it did. At the very least, he was dressing well (some of the worst lesions had cleared up, so he wasn't limited to loose knits), and his hair was kind of a thing of beauty.
"That's a neat trick, honey," he said, gesturing to the solar amp as he approached.
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"Oh. Uh, thanks," Roger said, nodding to the amp. "Duo made it for me and Rodney McKay solarized it." He smiled a bit from behind his sunglasses. "You... look really good."
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He knew about Brian, of course. But he hadn't talked to Roger about it, he didn't really want to, truth be told. He felt badly for Roger, sympathetic that he was dealing with a loss, but he certainly couldn't pretend that he'd had anything but dislike for Brian.
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God, he gets gayer every day.
"You know," Roger said, nodding slowly. "But good. Really good. Dean and Angua... well, they babysit me." He chuckled. "Staying out of the clinic, so... And, uh, you?"
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