Snippet #2638390

"Good jam, y'all."

It was evening by the time Gabrielle decided their first day in the studio was done with-- they hadn't laid down any final tracks for the album, but Gabrielle figured that was fine, y'know? Spend a day just gettin' accustomed to the studio and gettin' in the groove of the album. That was how it'd been most of the time in Dissent; hell, half the time they'd spent in the recording studio had been spent less on recording and more on drinking and being assholes. She wasn't about to institute a similar policy now-- a lot had changed in the seven years since her first band had gone its separate ways-- but she didn't mind if they weren't 100% business all the time. That was just boring.

In fact... As she knelt down, snapping shut the clasps on her guitar case two at a time, she glanced up at the others, and said, "Hey, we should grab drinks or something. Celebrate our first day in the studio!" She looked at Vivi in particular, who blinked like a deer caught in headlights before answering, "Uh, I uh, I think I oughta head home, I gotta... check my..."

"Yeah, yeah, go and check on your borgs or whatever--"

"Blogs."

"-- yeah, those." Gabrielle glanced at the other two, and added, "Well, if he ain't in, how 'bout you two? Don't make me go out drinkin' alone, that's just sad."