Wined and dined, oh it seemed just like a dream!

[backatthehotel]

WHO: Pink Floyd, Molly Hooper
WHERE: Pink's flat.
WHEN: The weekend
WARNINGS: None today, thanks.
SUMMARY: Dinner and some songs.
FORMAT: Quick!

[He's cleaned the flat (or, at least, shoved everything into closets and under the bed, and sprayed some air freshener all over), taken a shower, and bought a couple bottles of decent wine. He's ready to have Molly come over for dinner and some songs. And, you know. Whatever else.

Not that he's nervous or anything. That would be silly. What's there to be nervous about?]

Comments

[backatthehotel]

[Sees the look on her face. Grins.]

You like 'em?

Wine, been, bunch of harder stuff. [A second, while he remembers what other people drink.]. Juice. And coke.

[ecphrasis]

Yeah. They're all so... well, they all look amazing.

[A small grin.]

Wine sounds great.

[backatthehotel]

You see something you really like, just say. That's what I'll play on tonight.

[So that could be bass, guitar, keyboard, electric drum set, trumpet, banjo, two-foot-wide gong...

He ducks into the kitchen to tab the wine and two glasses, letting her look.]

[ecphrasis]

Alright, I'll take a closer look while you get the wine.

[And she wanders around the room, slowly, inspecting each instrument. When he returns, she'll be standing by the keyboard.]

[backatthehotel]

[He returns! Popping the cork and pouring the glasses, stepping over to than one to her...]

We have a winner, then?

[ecphrasis]

[She takes the offered glass, and nods.]

I've always liked the sound of pianos and keyboards.

[backatthehotel]

I'm better on guitar. But they're still useful. The electrics, 'specially. Love the sounds you can make, if you know how.

[To the keyboard! Hooking it up to the sound system, then pulling up the chair and turning the little thing on. Running through the scales, to warm up.]

You every played?

[ecphrasis]

[Holding her wine tightly, Molly pulls up another chair and takes a seat as well, legs crossed at the ankles daintily just like mother always taught. Or she'd seen in movies.]

Only a bit. I took some lessons when I was a kid, but I didn't stick with it. I kind of wish I had.

[backatthehotel]

You could pick it up again. Ain't hard at all.

[Messes with the sound output, a little more. Then starts to play. Nothing that even deserves a name, just something bright and poppy.]

[ecphrasis]

Maybe you'll inspire me to.

[She falls silent to listen, clearly enjoying the music. She can sort of tell that he's making it up, but she doesn't mind. Molly might be humming along at some repeating parts.]

[backatthehotel]

You want to, just say. I'll help you along.

[It's solidifying into something, an actual tune. He rummages through his mental 'recordings,' and throws in some drums. The soft light (green, in this case) that comes with his ability thrums along the floor.]

[ecphrasis]

I think I'd like that.

[Molly's eyes slip halfway shut as she listens, rocking a bit in her chair, in time with the music.]

[backatthehotel]

[He doesn't answer, just nods, and keeps playing, throwing in more sounds and effects where appropriate, improvising her a little musical number. He's good at improv, though that the piano isn't his main instrument is pretty clear. At least, to him.]

[ecphrasis]

[Molly would never guess that he wasn't an expert pianist. As far as she's concerned, this is the most beautiful piece of improvised music she's ever heard.]

[backatthehotel]

[Oh, but she's just so sweet. <3

He keeps playing, experimenting with the tune, the themes, for a good six or eight minutes more. Until he feels like a change of pace. Then he brings it down, brings it to a slow trilling (bright lights trembling, fading) close. He looks to her with a smile, and bows.]

[ecphrasis]

[Molly is completely enchanted well before he finishes, but once the song ends she is basically starry-eyed. She actually stands to clap for him, not able to stop grinning.]

That was so beautiful!

[backatthehotel]

[See, this is why he plays. He grins wider, and dips his head.]

You like it, love, it's yours. Though I'll come up with a better name than "Molly's Song."

[ecphrasis]

[She blushes scarlet, and her eyes drop to the floor. But she musters her confidence and looks to him again, smiling like a fool.]

You mean it?

[backatthehotel]

'course. I don't do many sweet songs anymore. Not for ages. It's good to have another.

[ecphrasis]

[Her voice is quite, sincere:]

Thank you, Pink. That--that means a lot to me.

[backatthehotel]

[He smiles again, but it's a bit nervous, uncertain.]

Alright. Good.

[ecphrasis]

[She reaches out to lay a hand on his arm.]

So... dinner?

[backatthehotel]

[He's surprised, and tenses. But then he relaxes, and leans subtly into it. Stop it, Pink. This is fine. This is safe.]

-- sure. You want some music while you do that?

[ecphrasis]

[She lets the hesitation go. Pink needed time, and she understood that.]

If you'd like. [She gets up, and starts towards the kitchen. At the threshold, she turns and winks at him.] Or you could join me in here. Whichever you'd prefer.

[backatthehotel]

[Oh, gosh. Well, when she puts it that way...]

Alright. Yeah.

[Just let him finish off his glass of wine, first. Ahem.]

...still can't cook, mind you.