Dorm Roof - Saturday Evening

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair was bored and decided to head to the roof to hang out, look at the garden and play emo rock on his guitar. He wasn't really sure what emo rock sounded like but he was positive that was all that was allowed to be played on the roof.


"There was a boy who had a song,
He sung it on the roof-o.

E-M-O emo!
E-M-O emo!
E-M-O emo!

He sung his emo song!"

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[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

As Blair finished his song, Walter started applauding and grinned at him. "Interesting choice."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Do I sound like a tortured teen struggling through my pseudo-tragic life?" Blair bounced. "Or should I add a tambourine?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Jingling is only torturous for the listener, not the jingler," Walter said, shaking his head. "Are you struggling through a pseudo-tragic life?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"No, sadly my life is good and not appropriate for roof-singage." Blair sighed and strummed on his guitar. "Hopefully my song fooled the Man and I won't be attacked by the emo police for being carefree."

"How 'bout you, man? What's life like for you lately?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Last Saturday I thought I was Angela. The Saturday before that I thought I was my employer, Arthur Hellsing. Today I only had to dress like Conner, but I knew I was myself. I will count that as progress."

He shook his head and looked confused. "Why do you need to fool the Man?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"It does sound like progress. Congratulations." Blair grinned. "I'm fooling the Man by being up on the roof without being emo. I'm a rebel."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"It's possible to be up here without being emo." Walter stopped to think, just to be sure. Yes, he'd been up here without emo. "Pippi comes up here and she's never emo."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Seriously?" Blair bounced excitedly. "That's awesome, man. I've been wanting to play an ABBA song up here but I wasn't sure if I could risk it."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter grinned at Blair's enthusiasm. "If you're a rebel, shouldn't you just do it? Sing your ABBA." Then he added a phrase picked up from Lucas, "Damn the Man."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Damn the Man!" Blair crowed and started strumming an horribly mangled version of Dancing Queen. "You can dance...you can jive!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter chuckled and found a spot downwind from Pip to sit down and light a cigarette.

"I didn't know you played guitar." He still wasn't sure Blair did.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"It was a gift from one of Naomi's boyfriends." Blair strummed a few bars badly. "I didn't stay long enough to have a lesson but I've read lots of books about the art."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter did a good job of not wincing visibly. "Nadia showed me a few things that Pip showed her. I can show you, if you'd like, although I hardly count as qualified to teach guitar."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

That sound? That would be slow-clapping, coming from the smirking figure leaning against the doorframe of the roof entrance.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"STEEEELLLLLAAAAA!" Blair yelled and bounced. "Come and sing my emo song with me."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Clearly you haven't heard me sing," Ivanova laughed. "And any last trace of emo would have been dispelled by your performance."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Shhhh!" Blair ducked his head and looked around. "This is the emo-roof! I'm incognito tonight. Don't I look the part of a moping teenager?"

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Do you know how to mope?" Ivanova asked, lifting an eyebrow. "But if you want emo . . ." She lifted a hand and pointed towards a certain building in town. "That was Tonks' flat. I pick it out every time I'm up here." She didn't look particularly down about this.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"I'll have you know that I'm a very good moper. Mopee. Mooper." Blair looked in the direction of town and waved. "Hello, Tonk's flat which is really an apartment but I'll let you pretend to be british and be all quaint with your descriptive words."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

That earned him a thwap. "Don't be smart. And when was the last time you had a good mope?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair rubbed his head and glared. "I can't help it, Ivanova, I was born smart."

"My last good mope. I believe it was a cold and windy day in March. A Republican was in office." He leaned back and strummed his guitar. "Actually I moped after Molly and I broke up. I might have even wrote bad poetry. Do you know how many words rhyme with hat?"

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"I can imagine." Her tone was still teasing even if her eyes were sympathetic. She wrapped her arm around Blair's shoulders and squeezed him in a small sideways hug.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair leaned against her for a moment and then looked up with a grin. "Although moping is hard to do while I'm being groped by a pretty girl."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Groping? This isn't groping." Her hand quickly slid down his back and she grabbed his ass. "This is groping."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"AAAaaaagggghhh!" Blair yelped and leaped up in the air a full foot before landing sprawled at Ivanova's feet.