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Craig was relieved to find that Izzie didn't seem to harbor any ill feelings toward Edei after the, uh...event earlier. Alcohol always helped that anyways. Thank god. He joined the jam quickly after that thought. Ah, death metal... He thought with a slight smirk as his fingers flew over the strings. The seriously down-tuned guitars and the pounding drums were probably going to leave his ears ringing but Craig loved it. He wasn't so sure about Cor Leonis though. He silently reminded himself (Not that he would've been able to hear himself if he spoke aloud) that he should write down some of the things he was playing now. He was generally pretty good at remembering these things though but he thought it would be better to write it down than to forget. The jam was sounding pretty brutal and Craig's hopes for the new album lifted a little. He couldn't help but have been a little pissed off by what some people had said about their last album even though he was mostly a pretty easy-going guy. He was thinking of bringing some of the things he'd been working on for a while into the studio to show Izzie but he wasn't so sure if she'd like it or not and so he decided he wanted to work on it a bit more. He glanced at Cormac, Izzie and Edei and smiled a little. The lineup was looking pretty good, he thought. He was definitely pleased with Edei's playing abilities. Hopefully Izzie feels the same. He thought as their little jam session came to an end. Sure enough, his ears were ringing as he set down his wicked looking axe and started moving toward the drinks.

Craig opened one of the beers and took a sip, listening to the conversation between his bandmates. "Glad I'm good for something." He told Izzie, not really wanting to be the next one out the door.

He saw the drummer's appreciative look toward Edei. "Jack, Jameson, and Jose. A lady after me own heart, truly." Craig's lips quirked up into a slight smirk at that. He had known it was only going to be a matter of time. Not that he blamed him, the guitarist thought that Edei was absolutely gorgeous. He silently waited for Izzie's response to Cormac's remark about her being a keeper (Which Craig couldn't help but think wasn't strictly related to Edei's role in the band, coming from the drummer), dearly hoping Izzie had no intentions of replacing Edei anytime soon.

When Izzie finally replied, Craig couldn't help but chuckle - partly in amusement and relief. "Thank god. Now I just have to worry about my ass getting kicked out." He said, smiling at the bassist. Normally the young guitarist would've made a move on Edei around now, but since Cormac had beat him to it, he decided against doing anything of the sort - partly because he didn't want to piss the wee little Irishman off but also because he didn't want to be like a lion jumping on a gazelle or something.




Charlotte followed the boys outside, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder as she walked. Psychosis sounds pretty good. She thought approvingly despite the studio's absolute shit sound insulation. Alright, Charlotte. Focus. She turned her blue gaze to Ted and the new guy - Victor, she was pretty sure was his name. She wasn't sure what Ted was going to ask him first - hell, Charlotte didn't even really know what she was going to ask him.

Her frontman finally decided to ask his question, one that didn't really surprise her. Charlotte definitely liked his playing style so far, it was something she knew she could work with well. Her blonde brows went up at his response to Ted however though. The guy was definitely in his twenties and his playing had been nice...damn impressive for not playing very frequently. "Well, your playing I will say was pretty damn good for not playing a whole lot in a few years then." She told him, honestly, feeling like she should say something. "I like it." If that was him out of practice...holy shit. She glanced at Ted curiously to see what he thought. She did notice that he avoided responding to Ted's praise. Well, he probably wasn't a cocky asshole then.

"Did you teach yourself?" Charlotte asked, even though she was pretty sure she already knew the answer. If he did have bass lessons, she would be surprised as all hell. Upon actually standing near him, Charlotte had noticed a few things. The guy had a definite Irish accent, was tall and actually quite handsome despite the fact he dressed like a hobo. She also felt the urge to spritz him with her Dior perfume.