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In his beard, he grinned at the exchange of words between Lionel and Ted. He'd just finished tuning his instrument as Lionel spoke to him. In return, Zack nodded and countered with a series of notes that descended into something eerie and finally chest-rumbling deep. The past few days, Zack had been really into extremely heavy and slow riffs. The sort of teeth-grinding churning of distorted noise that made you want to scream along. As if it was some slow build up of energy, waiting to be released. Zack nodded to himself with approval, suddenly all the more eager to get on with practice.

"Now, you two play nice." The bearded brute (who was not so much an actual brute) mumbled and looked serious at them for a moment. "We're one short drummer down. Did she go for some of that black gold?" He asked, partly to himself and partly to his friends.

She does function best after a pot or two of coffee.. Zack thought to himself. Then he reminded himself that if he were to play drums at that speed, he'd need a lot of coffee as well. Or cocaine... The thought occurred to him, but he quickly shook his head and was rid of it.

No one wanted to experience Zack on cocaine.

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"Fuck off."

"Fuck. Off."

"FUCK OFF!"

In a hurricane of bed sheets, bra's, hair, charger wires and comics did she awaken from her slumber. Equal to that of a rodeo bull was the wrath and rage in her eyes as she sat, looking like she'd stepped out of a horror movie. Hair tangled, dressed in naught but a t-shirt and underwear. Ada was awake.

"Oh fuck me."

She was also late.

The source of the incessant vibrating was her phone. It lay on the floor and moved as it vibrated. She turned the alarm off and was made all too aware of how hungover she was, now that her head was so close to the floor.
"Oh my god." She sat up abruptly and tried not to vomit. So far so good. A morning could not be spent worse in her opinion. She was hungover, tired, unclean and late. And pretty sure that at least two of her band mates might actually murder her.

Frantically, she gathered her things, washed herself quickly, brushed her teeth, dressed herself, brushed her hair and stormed out the door, managing to grab a banana on the way. Fortunately, her instrument was already there.

"Fucking hell I hope Val made coffee today."