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It is an insomnial night, clouds and oddly stuffy, the kind of night where you can't ever get comfortable enough to sleep.

Armand being in love is not helping this.

At all.

It must be love, for why else would he be up this late? It must be love, for why else is he making his fingers ache and ache just for the sake of, well.

A hollow piece of wood with strings?

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One eyebrow arches.

"It's been two. years. man. Two."

"TWO. YEARS. Two years. Since I've touched one."

Russ heaves a sigh.

"C'mon, man. People need to sleep."

Armand has stopped, but he's still cradling the guitar close.

Possibly, just possibly, he's mentally thinkg stupid people.

Poor, poor Armand.

"Thank you."

"I thought it sounded nice!"

There's the sound of a long loose skirt swishing over the floor.

And Armand's face goes from -_- to :D in about a second flat.

"There, you see, Russ?"

Journey sits down next to him, looking dreamy.

"Guitar players are sexy!" She tilts her head towards Armand. "They have very talented fingers."

". . . Journey. What did I tell you about telling me things like that that I really don't need to know."

Armand just smirks at him.

Journey smiles beatifically.

(Russ facepalms.)

"So, boss. I've stopped playing. Until tomorrow. Happy?"

"Ecstatic." Dry.

He takes a last drag on his cig, drops it to the ground, and grinds it out.

As he leaves -- "You two -- don't make noise, okay?"

"Or, you'll...come in and tell us to shut up?" Armand asks, drily.

". . . Maybe."

Which means, that depends on what kinda noises I hear.

Russ vacates the area.

"Silly Russ."

Journey is, possibly, the only person in the Pack -- or in much of Chicago -- who would call Russ "silly."

"Mmm-hmm." The guitar is put away (reluctantly), and then Armand leans over to kiss her.

The kiss is returned with the proper enthusiasm of a fangirl for her guitarist boyfriend.

Even if he was her mechanic shagbuddy twenty-four hours ago.

Details, details because Armand, pushing the guitar-case away and pulling her closer, really, really isn't complaining.

Judging from the way Journey's hands are starting to wander?

No complaints here, either.

And, when things get a bit more interesting, they even manage to keep it down for Russ.

...Who might still complain, anyway.

But that's just Russ.

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