Ugh, it's you.

douggie was just chilling out in the music room to begin with -- smoking a cig, everything chill. then he had this great idea, he was alone; so he could try out and play the e-guitar. at his old school he had been known as 'guitar dude' because he was a master at it. now he was rocking out to some epic panic! at the disco beats. he then found a mic, connected it to the speakers, tried it out, and idioticly said, 'tap, tap? test uno, test numero dos' to try it out. his voice was loud and clear, and he grinned. at first he tried out wonderwall by oasis, then champagne supernova by oasis, and then, vegas lights by panic!. he grinned, because it sounded pretty amazing. at his first few chords, it sounded slightly off and sketchy, but then he got better and better, and eventually it sounded almost perfect. he wasn't all too much of a great singer, but once he got his vocal chords all warmed up, he actually sounded fairly good. "and the vegas lights, where villians spend the week end, the deep end, we're swimmin' with the shark until we drown..." he sang along, then played the song again and again until he sounded absoloutely perfect. he grinned as he finished the song, then took off his shirt, his sweaty body appearing. he had gotten a fair amount of tattoos, but only the left side of his body was tattooed. he brushed his hand through his messy, black hair, the blonde strain all messy and fuzzed. he was wearing tight skinny jeans, and some vans, with his ankles rolled up. his metallica tank top was lying on the ground beneath him, and now he was just sitting there, back to wall, playing about with the cigarette lighter and smoking.

douggie smiled, not meeting the girls eye. "oh, dear, sweetheart, wouldn't think I would meet you around here. don't look like you're much of a musical talent, hm? you're full of sh*t. what else am I supposed to play? hmm? bubblegum pop? go suck a d*ck." he said as he exhaled smoke. he felt sassy today, but in a good way. the music put him in a good mood. yup. this was his good side. douglas snorted with laughter and then made a 'go f*ck off' look at her. honestly, he was about to use his powers on her again, but honestly, chiron would kick his arse so far up to the moon that he could see pigs fly. heh. stupid old horse. calum couldn't care less about doing-the-dirty-dishes-duty, he always just skipped it. by now, the harpies had become so frustrated, they had even stopped trying to eat him. it was pretty useful, actually. he sighed and waited for the girl to leave, hoping she would get bored and go away.