Pizza, Beer, and Planning

Brief Title:
Pizza Beer and Planning

Rex Gregson, Mike Hannigan, Wade Shaw

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IC Date:
07/11/12 20:00

Mike and Wade's apartment - Tate Building - Chelsea

Rex, Wade, and Mike discuss an anti-drinking campaign over pizza and beer… Yep. You read that right.

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-----==[ Mike's Apt - Tate Apt Bldg - New York ]==----------------------------

This studio apartment is quite simple. To the right of the entryway is the kitchen and bathroom, to the left a closet and a washer/dryer. Straight ahead, the Living/Dining Room combo. Walk to there and there's a sleeping alcove to the right. As far as furniture there are five notable pieces of furniture. Two futons in the alcove, two more futons in the living /dining room area, and a rather beaten, and likely salvaged from a street corner on trash day, coffee table. Resting on the table is an old TV and converter box.

It is unsure to what is sadder. The minimalism of the furniture, or that four guys pooled their money for this and this is all they did. But factoring the amount of sound proof paneling around the place along with the drumset, guitars, keyboard, recorder, and practice drum pads scattered about there's likely a good reason why the furniture count stopped where it did. With just two people sharing the apartment now, this quasi-two room, quasi-kitchen, one bathroom apartment seems quite spacious. Although, the occupants would prefer it much more if the other two former occupants were still there.


Wednesday night. The start of the other half of the work-week. The fun, faster portion where the momentum built up from burning through Monday and Tuesday's influx of work comes into play. For some. For others with less to do, it dredges on as people wait for the moments to tick by, announcing the weekend so they may enjoy their festivities of choice. For Mike and Wade, moreso Mike, they do not fit into the average work-week. The schedule varies quite a bit and as such, they take their festivities where they can.

Or at least Wade is at the moment. Handing a few bills off to a delivery guy, he turns around to bring the two boxes in, kicking the door behind him and trusting momentum to finish the closing motion as he concerns himself with more important matters. Namely two pizzas and an order of breadsticks.

As for Mike, dressed down in sweats and a tattered, over washed tee, he is situated behind his keyboard, fingers pressing upon the keys. No sound emits as the notes are passed to the headphones upon Mike's ears. With a scattering of hand written sheet music near the guitars it seems that SOMEONE has gotten a little sidetracked.

After a bit, there was a knock at the door as Rex arrives, rustling a few papers as she pops out the earbuds of her ipod, humming idly to one song or another while she waited then rapped again.

Wade is enjoying a slice of pizza when the first knock occurs. "I think she's here, Mike." The blonde bassist takes another bite and chews leisurely for a few moments before he glances up, taking note that no one has opened the door yet. "Mike?" He looks towards the keyboards, finding the other musician a bit zoned out on what he's doing and sighs, sliding his feet off of the edge of the coffee table to walk over to the door, half eaten slice and all. "I'm coming. I'm coming." He replies as the rapping occurs again, reaching a hand to the door knob and tugging the door open. Oh hey. Unlocked. He blocks the door, looking to Rex with an appraising eye.

Rex Gregson blnks. That wasn't Mike's face. But she does flash a smile, stalling as she worked to place it "Hey! Its me, Rex! Here for the pow-wow? " the accented woman asks. She holds up a plastic bag "I brought root beer. Ahh! Wade, right?"

Wade doesn't respond immediately, but he does smile as he's done with the general scan of Rex. Stepping back, he swoops his hand grandly to wave her inside, "Yes, that would be me!" He extends his non-pizza holding hand towards her, "Wade Shaw. Pizza's on the coffee table and Mike will be joining us once I get him out of la-la land." His head tilts in indication to the musician who is paying more attention to the keyboard than the door.

Rex Gregson oos "Pizza. " she notes, coming in immediately "A pleasure to meet you finally Wade too. " she grins at the sight of MIke, shaking her head 'Nah. He's composing. I dont know if I want to interrupt him." she murmers

A pleasure to meet you too. It's about time Mike starts bringing more girls to the apartment." Wade shrugs, dropping the hand after the handshake is complete, he reaches over to close the door before moving over to one of the futons, grabbing a pillow. "As for little drummer boy..." He reels his hand back and swings the arm forward, wincing as he flings the pillow at Mike.

Despite whatever pain that hit Wade, it was likely worth it as the soft projectile slaps Mike across the face. Fingers slam down on the keys as Mike's head shoots, up, glaring in the direction where the pillow came from, "GODDAMMIT WADE I-" Mike's rant halts as the second figure near Wade comes into view, "A-" He pauses, glancing around for a clock, "That time already?"

Going a bit pink at the first comment, Rex was about to shoot a withering comment back to Wade when the pillow is flung. Her jaw a bit slack, she puts a hand over her mouth to stifle more giggles, relaxing more from her anxious state "Yes, it IS that time. But how is the music coming?" she asks curiously

Without anyone pressing keys on the keyboard, Mike listens to Rex as he takes off the headphones and shuts off the keyboard, "It's going alright." He looks back up, stepping around the keyboard, "With the recent release of the last album, no one's expecting a full album anytime soon." His head turns to the side, looking to the food. "...When'd the pizza get here?"

Wade whistles, going out of his way to make himself appear obviously guilty of something.

Rex Gregson chuckles "Before I did." she puts the root beer down on the table before flopping onto the couch "I'm famished too. I had to skip lunch to deal with something." she remarks "eat, then talk?"

Mike glares at the 'innocent' Wade, eyes narrowing, "Yes, we'll ALL eat." He moves over to the table, plopping himself on the edge of one of the futons still set in the sofa position. "It's a good thing you came when you did then. Otherwise Wade probably would have eaten it all." He reaches into a bag to pull out a breadstick. YUM.

Wade tsks, "Hey, if YOU don't run over to eat dinner when it's ready, I'm not letting it go to waste." He turns, disappearing into the kitchen, "Are you going for the Guinness or taking one of her ROOT Beers?" There's an added emphasis to the Root part of the drink naming.

Rex Gregson giggles at the back and forth, then heys! "Root beer is very tasty! AND it used to be alcoholic ." she remarks as she pulls out a peice of pizza too. "Nothing wrong with it.'

Two darkly colored bottles of varying labels are stuck out from the doorway of the fridge, "Yes, but these STILL are alcoholic."

Mike nearly chokes on a bit of breadstick before he starts coughing, the larger piece in his hand gets tossed onto the lid of one of the pizza boxes as he turns away from Rex. "Yours JUST barely, lightweight."

"Well excuse ME for not being some Irish/Italian/Catholic monstrousity!"

Enjoying this immensly, Rex doesnt interrupt the back and forth "you sound like my english roadies arguing about tea and stoctch." remarks the woman "Good to know music makers all over the world are similar eh? ' she lifts her own bottle.

Wade comes over, setting a Guinness in front of Mike before he works to open up his Bud-Light. "Good to know, or scary?" "It's also the product of sharing a place for what?" Mike starts, pausing as he does the math, frowning, "Oh GOD. A Decade."

Rex Gregson looks puzzled, but the smile remains. She doesnt speak for a few as she noms down on the pizza hungrily, devouring it almost whole, reaching for a paper towel to mop up her chin "mm. That is GOOD Pizza!"

Rex Gregson says, "Almost time for business?"

During the pause in speaking, Mike and Wade have each eaten their share of food. Wade more so as he lives up to Mike's word and is responsible for the destruction of a whole pizza by himself. Despite that, his light beer remains mostly intact while Mike has finished off his and is roughing it by eating without having another drink in reach.

Pausing mid-chew, Mike looks to Rex and nods. "M-" He pauses, swallowing the food, "Yeah, about right. So, what's the details?"

"The usual 'teenage pep rally' show. Nothing obscene or naughty, do some of those inspirational songs. I'm thinking of a mix of classic, modern and original." she remarks

"So, leave Wade at home." Mike surmises, causing for a bit of a glare from the blonde. He smirks, looking over to Wade

"One response." Wade replies, "Detroit." Mike's smirk fades and Wade's comes back full force.

Rex Gregson coughs a bit on the last bit of pizza at that back and forth, before grabbing up a glass to pour some root beer "You two are TERRIBLE, you know that? " she remarks to both, although there was no offended tone at all in her voice.

At the mild scolding, Mike and Wade look over to Rex. Mike even has the sense to look, mildly apologetic, which doesn't last long as Wade opens his mouth in response. "Why thank you. It's nice to know we haven't lost any of our touch." His smirk widens.

Mike clears his throat, "Okay, back to the pep rally... What's the theme again? The whole assortment or something specific?"

"The usual dont do drugs, dont drink and drive. That kind of thing." explains Rex, back on topic "i was going to do Born this Way, one of my own peices called "Boy and Girl" and a classic Leader of the Pack."

At the mention of the 'don't drink and drive' portion, the smirk on Wade's features fades away. Picking up his beer, he moves towards the kitchen.

Mike's is none the better as he watches the other musician walk off, frowning. After a pause, he glances back over to Rex, "How many songs are needed?"

Rex watches Wade go, and blinks. She looks to Mike then in puzzlement and murmers "Did I touch a bad nerve? ' before speaking in normal tones "Normal set. We're not the only ones talking though so I'm thinking six total."

"He was in the crash that killed Rod and Jack." Mike supplies lowly, glancing over to the kitchen before looking back to Rex, "They'd been drinking."

Rex Gregson pales a bit more, and puts a hand over her mouth "sorry. I didnt know... well, I knew, but didnt think." she murmers, her mood somewhat subdued total.

"He knows you didn't mean that." Mike assures, sitting back in his seat shaking his head, "It's just one of those things where, sometimes when you're reminded of it, there's, just..." He pauses, frowning, "It was a rough few years afterwards."

Rex Gregson nods as she relaxes a little "I can't imagine what its like." she remarks softly. Then she pauses, and continues "Shall we keep planning? what songs did you have in mind?"

Mike grows quiet for a moment, thinking through the possibilities, "Are you aiming for all Rock or a mix of styles? What about Acoustic?"

"Well, kids these days seem to like pop and stuff. I think we can do a mix. Acoustic sounds good. I was thinking of doing a..." her voice drops to a whisper "country song, only without the twang. See if they notice."

Mike hmms, considering quietly. "Something classic, modern, and original..." He grows quiet, "Save Me..." He pauses, "Last Kiss?" He pauses, mentally going over the lyrics for that one...

Rex Gregson nods "Those are promising. WE can do our own songs too you know. I'd do 'I believe' but its not close to christmas yet." she confesses

Mike shakes his head as he seems to reached the point of the song, "Last Kiss is out. Not related." He pauses, "Maybe 'House takes all' for the original..."

*fadey mc fade fade*

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