The hallways, Monday afternoon

[forgottenpants]

After Pop Culture, Pete roamed the hallways, humming to himself.

Then the humming grew. To mumbled singing.

Soon enough, he was rockin' out in the hallways, playing air-banjo and singing "American Music" by the Violent Femmes at the top of his voice.

[ooc: because the image of Pete Hutter singing the Violent Femmes while playing air banjo amuses me far, far, far too much, this post is open.]

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[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"...Wow. An opera singer, you are not."

[forgottenpants]

"'Course I ain't no opera singer. Why the hell would I want to be an opera singer?!"

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"I dunno. You're the one walking around singing at the top of his lungs."

[forgottenpants]

"I happen to be singing a wonderful song that I learned about in class, a modern American classic of nearly the same weighty authority and honor as the Stars and Stripes themselves!"

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Americans. Truly, not the great songwriters of the world. Their national anthem is terrible."

[forgottenpants]

Pete pointed a shaking finger at the cat boy. "You take that back!"

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"Or?"

[forgottenpants]

"Or--or--or we'll have to get a little bit physical." Pete glared. "You want a piece'a me, Cat-boy?"

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"I dunno. How do you taste?"

[forgottenpants]

"Yer some kinda circus freak, ain'tcha." Pete started to dance back and forth in the hallway, his fists raised by his chin. "Let's go, right here, I'm taking you out!"

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Schrodinger shrugged. "Fine. You want the first hit?"

[forgottenpants]

Pete nodded and launched a clumsy left at Schrodinger.

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Schrodinger bounded to the right.

Pesky cat-like reflexes.

[girlsnamehere.livejournal.com]

"Hey Pete! How you doing?"

JD came down the hall, his taxidrermied labrador under his arm. He was getting the hang of moving Laddie around, provided it was for short jaunts.

[forgottenpants]

Pete grinned at JD. "Howdy! Who's your friend?"

[girlsnamehere.livejournal.com]

"His name's Laddie." He set Laddie down.

"Whatcha singin?"

[forgottenpants]

"A song I learned 'bout in class. Never knew modern music had such . . . pizzaz!"

[girlsnamehere.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, modern music is awesome. You ever heard of Journey?"

[forgottenpants]

"No, they anything like the Violet Females?"

[girlsnamehere.livejournal.com]

"They're a lot more mellow. They've got, you know, style."

[forgottenpants]

"You sayin' the Violent Females don't have style?"

[girlsnamehere.livejournal.com]

"Dude, ain't nobody got style like Journey."

[forgottenpants]

"I shall withhold judgement until I have listened to the music."

[girlsnamehere.livejournal.com]

JD sang, off key and in a frighteningly high voice.

"Just a small town girl, livin in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south detroit
He took the midnight train goin anywhere"

[forgottenpants]

Pete nodded slowly. "That ain't half bad,"