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Eileen laughed for a moment, "Take your time. We wouldn't want an unready improvisor play."

She leaned back, waiting for his reaction. Because, of course, jazz is about the soul, and you can't get soul by reading charts. The heads of charts were easy, it was...

The soloing that made Eileen swoon with delight, made her joyous, made her glee. And hopefully, Lee wouldn't make too big of a fool of himself.

"Sure, this is my last class of the day. We can meet outside the coffee shop in the cafeteria, my daily coffee routine draws me there every day." Mel looked at the mess of textbooks now piled into her arms. "Say, not to sound incredibly old fashioned, but would you mind carrying a couple of my books for li'l ol' me?" She slipped into her southern belle imitation accent for a moment. "You can tell me on the way if it's something short." She gave one of her genuine smiles, which looked goofy in its sincerity.

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((Large amounts of swears ahead! The worst of which will be in white text surrounded by **))

**Great ********>** Jeeves swore to himself. He had gotten off work early and was in the shower. He stood under the showerhead feeling the spray of the water against his face and went over the conversation he'd had with his superiors. There was word of possible layoffs, and even worse: rumours that the whole company was doing much worse than the employees were aware. Damn... even the construction industry is full of greedy **

((I swear, Belle. You look different everytime I come to post. 3nodding ))


The dashboard clock read 6:59 in dim neon green as Griffin pulled up in his mom's black Nissan Z. He rose out of the car and quickly checked his appearance in the sideview mirror. A nervous face stared back at him. He straightened his dark crimson shirt, brushed the ruffles out of his black jeans, and walked slowly up to the door. He brought his wrist back as he went to knock and hesitated. You look horrendous. Just leave! said a critical nobody. "No," he told himself quietly. "Tonight, she'll see me for me and nothing else." Let her draw her own conclusions, he finished in his head as he rapped lightly on the door. There was a doorbell, but he preferred knocking and didn't know why.

He took a deep breath in as he heard movement within. The door opened slowly, and Griffin's heart did a backflip in his chest as he saw Dru standing there. "You look gorgeous," he said quietly, and he offered his arm to Dru.

"Well," he said. "I was planning on going to that new cafe downtown, but I'd really rather go someplace more quiet and alone. Is that alright with you?" He looked at her and followed the strands of her hair down her shoulders. At that moment, as they climbed into the car, she was the most beautiful creation he had every seen.

Fiona's calm eyes glanced at the clock. Her eyes wandered constantly, from the clock to toby, back to the clock, to the counter, to toby, and so on in an endless chain. Outside, she could see it was starting to get darker. It was getting late, and she had a job-search to do. Her brother, luckily, wasn't going to be home until late that night. She looked at an empty table near them. Seeing a newspaper, she took out the job section. "There must be something I can do legally! I need to help out as much as I can..." She hovered over the paper, for a minute forgetting Toby was there. Soon, her memory clicked. "Gah! Sorry... I'm being so rude. Raymond always says its bad to read at a the table when you're with company... I just thought I could find an ad... but no. I'm still too young... To help my older brother..." Her smile tugged awkwardly as she gave a frustrated sigh. She just wanted to help her brother. Now what could she do, thanks to these age restrictions? Sure, she could still clean; but, there had to be something more, didn't there?

"Alright," Griiffin said as he pulled away from the curb and drove off into the approaching darkness. "Just tell me how to get there from here." He sighed and tried to keep his focus on the road. He felt so drawn to the young woman in the seat beside him. He had barely known her for twenty four hours. How was it even possible? He didn't know the answer, but he didn't care. She was his and he was hers.

((Hey umm... Eien? Now that the Roleplay has gotten started, you might wanna think about updating the synopsis and announcments. Just a suggestion, though. I personally am having quite a bit of fun.))

Griffin smelled the dusty, grassy smell that erupted from within the cove. With the smell came a sensation of contentment. He gently put a hand on Dru's back and ushered her into the cove. Her back felt warm against his fingers as he folloed her inside. Physical contact was always his soft spot. He loved it. It was like an addiction.