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 Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 5:18 pm
Feeling looser and more relaxed than she had all day, Clarice enjoyed the song and another piece of chocolate, this one sadly messier but still so very delicious. "There's other guitars out there, Jerry." She opened her eyes and quirked a smile at him, "Other girls, too."
She may have encouraged a few sad songs from him, but now that she was feeling pleasantly tipsy, the blonde was willing to give the whole cheering up thing another try. So ******** sad songs. This was her goddamn Happy Place so people better start being happy in it.
As far as singing voices went, Clarice's was pleasant but nothing too amazing. Sweet, a little bit husky, and bearing a saucy, slightly drunk lilt.
"Just because you've
become a young man now
There's still some things
that you don`t understand now
Before you ask some girl
for her hand now
Keep your freedom for as
long as you can now
My mama told me
You better shop around."
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 5:35 pm
At Clerise's remark, his head lolled around to tuck his chin on his shoulder to hide his blush, his hand gripping his towel tighter... but thankfully Clarice swooped in with... another song? He lurched to face her better, his face awash with delight as the lyrics and melody registered in his memory banks of lyrics. By the time she got to the refrain he had digressed into giggles, spilling a splash of sake onto his lap in the process. "Shop! Shop shop!" He backed up before beaming at the red head as though fully expecting her to take a turn.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 6:33 pm
Clerise burst into giggles at the mention of 'shopping around' -- she'd never heard either of the songs her companions were singing, but she liked them well enough.
She gave Jerry a blank stare as he wanted her to sing. "Oh no," she said, wagging a finger at the bespectacled fellow. "Oh no. I don't sing, pal, sorry." She wasn't tone deaf, but the only songs she knew were older than she was. "You sing another one for me," she offered as a compromise, sipping at her sake.
Music would remain unmangled on this day.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 7:28 pm
Pouring everyone another drink, Clarice settled back into her seat. She gave the other woman a playful nudge with her foot, "The only reason I forgive that combo breaker is because I can't remember the lyrics anyway," With a wry smile she continued, "The double standard in that song always kind of pissed me off. But..." she trailed off and slid her eyes over to Jerry. "It's a pretty good piece of advice despite that."
Sipping her drink, Clarice gave Jerry a second glance and frowned a little, "Are you feeling okay, guy? If you start to feel dizzy say something, kay?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 8:17 pm
Jerry glowered at Clerise, lips pursed before wagging a finger at her as Clarice refilled his cup, "Nonsense, EVERYONE can sing. You just need to know ... know the words." He slurred, lifting the sake cup up in a toast before lifting it to his lips and missing. This warranted a fresh giggle, "I... I started gettin' dizzy... a good... a good... a good while before Robbie dragged me here, ahaahahha..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 7:10 am
Clerise blew a raspberry in Clarice's direction, nudging her own foot against the blonde's in response. "What's a combo breaker?" She was woefully oblivious to pop culture, it seemed. "Plus, trust me, you don't want me singing, miss lady. I am doing you like, two kinds of favors."
She laughed into her drink, shaking her head. The heat was blissful.
She gave Jerry a look as he insisted everyone could sing. "I...don't really know any songs about love, so there you go," she muttered, shrugging. Emotional attachment was not really her deal. Not for any longer than a few months, anyway, and when it happened, she had a tendency to run from it anyway.
"Drink that water, little dude," Clerise cautioned as she drained her own cup, the words slurred. Do as I say not as I do, clearly-- but Jerry had prooobably had more than she had. "Sing another bit, one of you?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 10:29 pm
"It means we had a thing going and then you stopped it, like some kind of stopper. Of things." The blonde waggled her finger and pouted in tandem with Jerry. "I bet Killzone can help you sing."
Picking up a water bottle, Clarice carefully removed the cap and held it out to Jerry, "She's right, drink some of this, guy." She wasn't sure if the fact that he kept missing and spilling the sake instead of drinking it was a good thing or a bad thing.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 10:51 pm
Jerry's eyes went wide as he gripped the water bottle urgently, "THASS RIGHT!" He gasped, "Killzone- Killzone said- on the nework thingie. On the phones. He said, he said he had more instruments or something I don't know but he had something for the choir!!" He lifted the bottle, and almost drank a gulp befriend wobbling with some strange drunken version of a revere. "If I kill myself there'll be no choir!!"
.... Always good to have things to live for, kid. Roar sighed, and decided it was probably best to not get further involved.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 10:57 pm
"I do that," Clerise purred, wrapping her pointer finger around the other woman's, shaking it a bit before giggling, leaning back against the wall.
"Killzone?" Clerise was blissfully-- or unfortunately , either or--oblivious as to who he was. She had heard the name once or twice, but...The redhead had never seen him.
Somehow. Let us not question Clerise's social habits and how she managed to avoid all of...that. There is finger waving in the general direction of Killzone, here, that is right.
REGARDLESS.
Jerry announced that his anti-suicide was going to be a choir, and timed it just right with Clerise's last sip of sake.
A spit take ensued.
"A choir." She gave Jerry an incredulous look. Well. About 70% baffled and 30% incredulous, if we're doing the math, here.
{[ There is absolutely nothing wrong with being a part of a choir, you bint. ]}
"You're a pansy, shut up Balth." She was too tipsy to care that she was talking to her head weapon outloud, and made no attempt to talk to him in quiet, rage filled whispers like she normally did. "Go back to sleep, you curmudgeonly old ********."
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 11:02 pm
Giving the man a dazed look of what the ******** did he just say Clarice responded with a mild, "Yeah, choirs are a lot more important than suicide?" Pausing to think about, her concern spiked and she repeatedly, "Choirs are so much more important than suicide, Jerry. You should avoid it, kay?"
Looks like she really would have to have a chat with Killzone after this.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 11:41 pm
"Music's very, very therapeutic, you know. I bet he'd agree, he made me write a song, never had a therapist make me do that b'fore but I think it was good, it's inspired me to write more, y'know?" He immediately sagged, a soft hum of "Candy on the Beach" escaping his throat as he stared at the water bottle as though it was something strange and mysterious. He blinked several times before straightening up again, "I used... I used... I used to have a LOT of problems, y'know. But! But MUSIC man, music's amaaaaazing and like... um. s**t I wrote my thesis on it and..." He wobbled, just a hair of the dog away from sick or fainting if they were lucky.
But hopefully the bad thoughts were thus chased away.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 1:53 am
"Oh, yeah. Avoid suicide and all that, too." A great idea. Right. Compassion. She could do this.
"I...don't listen to much music," she muttered, looking at her toes for a moment, wondering if she could get a pedicure any time soon...mostly because the boots were doing a number on her feet. "For me, that was...flying." Clerise went near boneless at the mention of it, laughing softly to herself. "You don't know what...what life even ********' is until you're soaring through the air, waiting to catch a bar that you just might miss. During practice, you've got, you've got a NET," she animates wildly, drawing pictures in the air with calloused fingers. "But during a performance?"
A deep exhalation, fast and hard. "Nothing but a couple ********' hundred yards between you and the paaveeeemeeentt!~"
After she was done with her diatribe, Clerise made a face at Jerry. "Always with the same ******** circus music. Ugh. I'll ********'... I'll ********' take the silence, mister musician."
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 2:01 am
Clerise seemed upset about something that Clarice was having difficulty understanding. But that didn't matter, because the blonde was here for her. Wrapping an arm around the other woman, she tried her best to provide solace and comfort, "Shhh...shhh..." She reached up and started petting the trainee's hair, "Shhh...it's ok...we will be your net. And the only music will be...will be...something. Something you'll really like. The best music. Silence is soooo lonely. Gotta have music. Of the heart."
It should be noted that by this point the chocolates were gone and the sake bottle decidedly empty.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 10:33 am
Jerry wobbled, trying to wrap his drink-addled brain around what on Earth the red-head was talking about. Finally, he gave up. He could ask for clarification when he was a little more sober.
"I... Once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me..." He sang softly. His face was pale, and he was swaying in his seat. The water bottle barely made it to his lips before- like a mighty oak that had just been chopped at the base- he suddenly keeled over, landing across both ladies' laps with a soft noise and a gentle snore.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 10:30 pm
Oh, Clarice was going to regret the fact that she was being such a dear to the redheaded trainee. Clerise almost purred at the fingers running through her hair, but instead, resorted to giggling. The other Lifer had, it seemed, mistaken passion and nostalgia for Clerise being upset.
If she had been upset, it was very likely there would be more broken objects in the room.
This would not do, of course, in Clarice's fancy bathroom and bedroom.
"My...net," she murmured, leaning her head onto the blonde's shoulder, nuzzling into it.
And then their beautiful ship moment sailed off into the sunset and smacked straight into an iceberg as Jerry plopped into their laps.
Oh, she was not a fan of him right now. Peering down at Jerry, Clerise clicked in the back of her mouth like a disapproving mother, awkwardly pat-patting his head. <******** had the right idea, though. She was tired, post rant-slash-outburst-slash-storytime, and Clarice was awfully comfortable. Nonplussed, she pushed Jerry off of her lap, gently at least, laying him on the ground until she decided what to do with him.
Promptly after that, she wound an arm back around Clarice's waist, just barely stifling a yawn. "You got a cot or something where I can stick him?"
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