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"No shit," she all but spat back. Cormac scratched the back of his head, slightly stung, but he merely nodded his head and returned placidly, "Yeah, that was pretty dumb of me." He figured they'd leave it at that, so he took to glancing about the prog-rock section himself (not that he was terribly fond of progressive rock, but hey, that was where they'd ended up, and he had to dispel the awkwardness somehow). Of course, there were no new names to be found there-- Dream Theater, Pink Floyd, King Crimson, bands that either didn't interest him whatsoever or interested him enough that he'd already long since gotten his hands on every LP, EP, split 7", bootleg, and demo they'd ever put out.

He had to admit, though, he hadn't expected Craig of all people to pursue the subject-- Craig, who seemed to generally mind his own business most of the time. Of course, he also looked like he was half convinced she'd react by threatening to ritualistically sacrifice him in the name of Satan, Varg Vikernes, and black metal, but Cormac was surprised to see her expression relax just a smidge. Guess it makes sense, he supposed. Craig was her friend, after all, so of course she'd feel more at ease talking about these sorts of things. I mean, Cormy wasn't gonna get all weird about this shit or anything. He wasn't gonna get all sensitive and feel vaguely hurt that she'd reserved the cold, callous answer for him, only to open up to Craig or anything. That woulda just been really pathetic, after all. Logically speaking, he understood completely that it would have been foolish to get his feelings all stung up over something like this, so naturally he was going to do the rational thing and...

... okay so yeah his feelings were just a little bit hurt LOOK HE'S A TENDER FLOWER OKAY THERE'S NO SHAME IN THAT

It wasn't like Kodie offered up all the juicy details or whatever, anyway. Although apparently she didn't date metalheads. Who knew. He kinda wanted to ask what was up with that, but he'd already gone and shoved his face all up in her business a minute ago and that hadn't exactly won him much endearment from her, so he kept his mouth shut as she and Craig went back and forth a bit. He did have to crack a smile at Craig's little threat, though, largely because he suspected if Kodie wanted anybody put into a coma she'd probably be more than capable of carrying the threat out herself. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but add, "You sure? Just say the word and Craig here 'n I'll put the hurt on 'im." He spent about five minutes trying to crack his knuckles menacingly, and then, failing this, made a show of swinging his fist theatrically into empty air. Or rather, what he thought was empty air, which turned out to be occupied by a whole lotta concrete pillar, into which his fist sailed gloriously. After that came several minutes of 'ow ow ow ow ow', whimpering, and horrified contemplations of 'Shit, I think I broke a knuckle' as he massaged knuckles that were very obviously totally not broken.

"... well, I guess you can handle him just fine," he admitted at last, once he'd recovered from his injury.






Lestari glanced quizzically at Alex-- cramps? But the guitarist's gaze remained steadfastly directed forward, away from Lestari, and remained as such as she raised an eyebrow and ventured, "X-Men? Is that the one movie with Megatron Prime and the whole 'beam me up, Scotty' gig?"

Lestari smiled, and swiftly took up her notepad. I'm pretty sure it's that movie where Superman fights the Dark Lord Voldemort over ownership of the One Ring, she quipped, only for her smile to diminish slightly as Alex didn't even glance over at what she'd written-- Alex, who even discounting her veritably preternatural sense for communicating with Lestari had obviously heard her writing. Her mouth fell flat into a thin line of dissatisfaction, and she prodded at the guitarist's broad shoulder-- and only then did Alex turn, her motion mechanical and almost unwilling, to look at what Lestari had written. And when she read it, she merely curled her lips a smidge, nodded, and said, "I guess that could be it."

She turned away again, leaving Lestari staring at her feeling... well, hurt. What the fuck was this? Just five minutes ago, they had been completely cool, totally fine, and now all of a sudden Alex had decided to play this game? She couldn't help a resentful scowl, but then... well, the bitterness took on an overtone of guilt. What right did she have to be angry at Alex? Alex was the one who'd asked her to take things slowly, and she'd... well, they'd enjoyed at the time, hadn't they? Why did Alex have to get all standoffish now?

Shit, she decided in a huff. She hadn't had to deal with this romance bullshit in a long-ass time. She was clearly out of practise.

She suspected, at the very least, that maybe Alex would appreciate being given her space now-- or, to put it less nicely, maybe Alex would prefer not to have to look at Lestari's face right now. And so she turned back to Chris, doing her best to maintain a pretense of her usual irrepressible vivacity. Well, I for one have little better to do, and hell, I figure you made a good call with that Star Wars shit. Maybe you're onto something here too. Maybe she was imagining things, but she thought she caught a glimpse of something like gratitude in Alex's otherwise stony expression as the guitarist mused, "I'd love to, but I shall have to pass for today. There's an LGBT festival going on in town, and I was planning on hitting that up for the day. In fact, I better go grab my shit and head out for that now..." She nodded at her three bandmates, tossed a lackadaisical sort of salute in farewell, and then traipsed off to don her usual armour and depart for the festival.

Well, it was something. Lestari grudgingly turned back toward Chris and Liam, and, eager to get away from the subject of this weirdness between herself and Alex, she scribbled away, So, what now?