Musique ⇒ w/ imperviously

[imperviously]

[It's a nice afternoon on the beach. Adam's taking this day to relax since no job's come up recently. He was thinking of visiting his old man, but apparently good ol' dad was taking a hike up in the mountains with some other friends. How strangely energetic of him for his age.

For Adam, it's times like these that make him feel a bit... isolated. He had very few normal friends to begin with. His friends were witches, wizards, and other strange beings, but it wasn't as if he could call them out on short notice and go, "Let's hang out!"

Worrisome thoughts or not, he always found the salty sea breeze, the sound of the waves, and the warmth of the setting sun enough to calm his mind and just appreciate what was around him. He parked his motorcycle and is out on the sand with a folding chair, four cans of beer and a classic guitar on his lap.

It's been a while since he played any tunes.]

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[youotterknow]

[ It was a good day, yet an unusual one for Alyssa, since she was both awake before noon and not hungover. (Well, she'd have plenty of time to get shitfaced later.)

There was no denying it was beautiful outside, and, in an odd burst of energy, she wanted to enjoy it. So she packed up her little car and headed to the beach. She had spent the entire day there, swimming, flirting, and bumming beers off of guys who were already drunk, and transfixed by her cleavage. Now the sun was setting, and she was confident she was sober enough to at least make it home.

Towel draped over her arm, she was headed back to where she parked, when the sound the the guitar caught her attention and she wandered over. ]

[imperviously]

[Adam's absorbed in the guitar's melodies and tunes; it really had been a long while. It wasn't professional playing by any means, but it was damn good. The rough quality of the music seemed to match his dark hair that got messy from the wind that was blowing past.

He plays a a different song this time and even sings quietly, his voice low and pleasant.]

Yesterday,
all my troubles seem so far away...

[youotterknow]

[ Just as she was thinking to herself "oh man, this guy is totally hot", that song catches her off-guard, as does his singing. She loves that song, and she can't help herself- she just joins in. ]

[imperviously]

[He stops strumming for a moment to look towards the source of the voice. Her singing voice definitely isn't half-bad and he smiles in silent acknowledgement and then picks up from where he left off until the song is done.]

[youotterknow]

[ When it's over, it takes Lys a moment to look properly embarrassed. ] Er, hope you didn't mind the impromptu concert.

[imperviously]

Not at all. I'm usually a solo act so a sudden duet is a nice change of pace.

[youotterknow]

[ Right. Back on track, Lys. Flirt with the man. ] Really? I have a hard time believing a guy like you goes solo.

[imperviously]

[...]

Got any requests?

[Evasion or clueless? WHO KNOWS he's still very chill either way.]

[youotterknow]

[ Pffft ] How about I just sit here and listen, and if you play anything else I know, I'll join in?

[imperviously]

Sounds good. [He tunes his guitar a bit before he speaks up again asking]

I'm Adam.

[youotterknow]

[ She spreads out her towel near him, bending low to show off the low cut of her bathing suit- and to gauge his reaction. ]

Call me Lys.

[ Aaand she plops down- if he's got his amulet thingy on him, it's probably vibrating at her presence. ]

[imperviously]

Lys. Not a bad name.

[Well, that's certainly an eyeful- and there is a glance, but he looks mostly bemused.

And he always keeps his amulet on hand and it's humming against his chest, but low enough only for him to hear.]

You're not afraid of getting a cold?

[youotterknow]

If I said yes, would you keep me warm?

[imperviously]

[He's wearing a worn down, but still comfortable looking leather jacket. At her reply he sets the guitar aside and takes it off, putting it around her shoulders.

It's what Giles would do after all.]

Better?

[youotterknow]

[ She actually laughs ] Oh my god, are you for real?

[imperviously]

I've been asked that more than once if you can believe it.

[youotterknow]

I can't remember the last time I met an honest-to-God gentleman.

[imperviously]

Well, either you haven't been looking in the right places or they're becoming a rare breed.

[youotterknow]

Probably both.

[imperviously]

Most likely.

[He picks up his guitar again and begins playing another classic]

[youotterknow]

[ Well, she definitely knows this one- her grandmother's tastes in music certainly rubbed off on her. She sings along- somewhere in the middle of the songs her eyes fall closed and, just for a moment, she's as unguarded as she's ever been. ]

[imperviously]

[The sun is getting in his eyes so he puts on his shades after finishing the song.]

... Not heading back anytime soon?

[youotterknow]

Hm? [ It takes her a moment to regain her bearings, tugging his jacket tighter around her shoulders ] I don't have anywhere to be, really. Why?

[imperviously]

Guess I'm not one to talk, but it seems strange that you're just all by yourself.

[youotterknow]

What's that supposed to mean?