Roof, Sunday Night

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip was up on the roof plunking on his guitar, staring up into the stars.

Jesus. Poor Marie. And to think he started this day planning on soaking everyone.

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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"I do, in fact," Pip said. He stopped playing and thought about this for a moment before switching to De La Yello. "Actually I thought of another great guitarist," Pip said.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Who's that?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Eric Clapton," Pip resonded.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"What songs did he do?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"I think Layla is his most famous song," Pip said.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"I think I've heard that song. Pretty name."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded. "One of my favorites."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

She rested her chin on his shoulder.

"Can you play it?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"...I could try?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Yay."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip switched chords and started to ek out what he hoped was a good rendition of "Layla".

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi started singing along, unfortunately she only knew the slow jazzy version.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Which, unfortunately, wasn't the version Pip was playing.

Still, who cared?

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Nobody was complaining just yet.

What'll you do when you get lonely
And nobody's waiting by your side?
You've been running and hiding much too long.
You know it's just your foolish pride.