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 Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2017 12:41 pm
Rob didn't mind Lark's mouth on his bottle of beer at all, didn't even make an effort to wipe it off. He raised it to his lips with a smile and drank deeply, then returned her grin. "I dunno. Might be something similar to mine," he replied, "or it might be more related to art. Either way, I can't wait for you to find out." He took another drink of his beer, and an idea occurred to him. There was no saying whether she'd go along with it or not -- after all, they had just met, and all she knew about him was that he was a musician who made beer. "Say, love," he started, clearing his throat. "Would you, ah, like to come up to my room for a bit? I got more beer up there, an' me guitars are up there, an' maybe I could play you a song or two whilst you make art or somethin'..." With a shrug, he smiled warmly and reassuringly at her. "I won't try nothin', I promise."
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2017 3:51 pm
Lark narrowed her eyes and smiled. She turned her head slightly to regard Rob. It would take an idiot to not notice some odd implication, whether it was intended or not. Boozed-up men didn't just offer for you to come up to their room. At least they didn't usually.
What was even worse was that she found herself considering it.
There was a bit of a pause before she finally answered.
"I think I'll have to pass this time, no disrespect to you." She didn't know him very well, after all. It would be safest to deny now than have to try it out later, especially considering the temptation. "But I'm still going to take you up on that tour some day soon."
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2017 7:23 am
"'S'alright," Rob shrugged, giving Lark a lopsided, tipsy grin. "Didn't much expect you to take me up on me offer, an' I don't blame you. Here's this strange bloke you just met askin' you to come up to his room an' all. Any girl with half a lick of sense would say no thank you. I promise you, though, that I only had the best of intentions in mind," he added with a wink. He took another swig of his beer and pondered some. He really wanted her to hear some of his music, partly in exchange for the awesome portrait she'd done for him, partly because he really wanted to play something for her. But how was he going to do that, if his guitars were in his room?... Raising an eyebrow, he realized something, and shrugged again. "Y'know, I could always bring one of my guitars out here! Would you like that, love? One o' the acoustics. They're easily transportable an' all."
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2017 12:19 pm
At least Rob seemed reasonable about it. Maybe his intentions had been pure after all, but one could never be too careful. Lark was very interested in making friends in this new place, but her tendency toward social interaction could get her in some hot water fairly quickly. Rob was a sweet guy, though. She hoped he wasn't all too different when he wasn't a little tipsy.
"Oh! Well, if you wanted to," she said with a little nod, "I don't want to be any trouble. We could always get back together another day." The determination of the inebriated was a thing of beauty, though. She doubted she'd be able to talk him out of it, but it was still most polite to offer another option. If he did decide to leave and come back, maybe she'd be interested in another beer after all.
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2017 8:41 am
Rob grinned brightly. He was going to get to play for her after all. "No trouble at all, Lark. I'll be right back." He stood and carefully negotiated his way past the coffee table, then broke into a trot toward the stairs to the second floor. The sound of feet thundering up the steps echoed in the stairwell and through the common room; silence, then the sound of feet thundering down the steps before the door opened and Rob reemerged, acoustic guitar in hand. Trotting to the couch, he leapt over the back, landing on his butt on the cushion (and just barely missing the portrait Lark had drawn of him). Beaming at Lark, he placed the guitar in his lap. "This is my baby," he said, cradling the instrument reverently. "It's a Gibson John Lennon. My parents got it for me for passing me A-levels -- school stuff -- so I've had it awhile." He pulled the pick out of the strings and strummed a few chords. "Got a lovely sound, don't it?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2017 3:31 pm
Lark nodded and offered a little smile. She heard Rob rumbling up the stairs and looked back to listen as if she could better keep him company if she was looking in his direction. When the sounds lessened, though, she turned her attention back to the table and stole the beer Rob had been most recently nursing. She took a swig and waited patiently. She observed the room and its furniture, the nearby windows, the people passing and chatting. It was a nice place, this.
Then there was a familiar sound of Rob on the stairs and she smiled again to greet him when he returned. She didn't know much about instruments really; her musical focus had always been vocal, but she admired the guitar all the same and nodded.
"You take good care of it, I can tell," she said. It didn't look all too old. Her smile only broadened with Rob strummed his first chords. It felt silly to have that little twitter in her chest at a man playing the guitar for her. He was drunk, after all, and a stranger. This was hardly a serenade. She took another tiny sip from the bottle and nodded."Mm-hm."
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2017 1:40 pm
"It's my baby," Rob repeated. It was pretty clear at this point that Rob was quite drunk, though he'd be the last to admit it. Drunk on beer? Nonsense! He had his prodigious alcohol tolerance to uphold, after all. Forgetting how much beer he'd already had, he picked up another bottle and popped it open, taking a deep drink before setting it down on the table and turning his attention back to his guitar. Even this drunk, his bond with the instrument was evident as he began fingerpicking some gentle minor-key chords. He looked up and smiled at Lark, then closed his eyes and began to sing softly. "I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping, while my guitar gently weeps…"
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2017 3:41 pm
Lark just grinned and nodded. Yes, it was his baby. She believed him, even if he was especially drunk. Inebriation brought out the truth in people sometimes, and while one had to be careful with the information gained then, it was definitely better than an angry drunk or a remarkably stupid drunk. How long had Rob been here downing beers anyway? If he was a brewer, she doubted that his tolerance was anything to laugh about, but genetics never really cared.
When Rob began to sing, Lark's grin became a gentle smile. She listened simply still when the song began, and then she found herself swaying with the rhythm. It wasn't a conscious action, but when she'd noticed it she didn't bother stopping. Rob was playing something for her, he'd seen her drawings even if he wouldn't remember, the least she could do was show him she was into it. She liked his voice, too. It had a bit of grit on it. How much of that was alcohol-induced she didn't know, but she was a bit charmed. As if to cover it up, she took another sip from the bottle in her hand.
She'd have sung with him if she knew the words, but this wasn't a Beatles song she knew by heart, and there was very little more annoying vocally than someone who only half-knew the words.
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