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Characters: Melpomene and Seth
Date/Time: Oct 28th, afternoon
Location: The music room in the basement
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Melpomene and Seth in the same space. Be warned.
Summary: Mel is ~~avoiding Apollo's babycraze~~taking some time to practice her guitar.

Playing the guitar around an annoying pregnancy belly was a little bit of a challenge. But once she got herself situated, it wasn't too bad. She strummed something simple on the acoustic instrument, making sure it was properly tuned. The simple tune turned into a song and she hummed along with it. Hey if Marilyn Monroe could play One Silver Dollar, so could she. And she also loved the movie River of No Return, so there. Marilyn Monroe was the shit.

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"Damn," he gasped in appreciation. He remained a quiet listener until she finished, afterwards she'd receive applause.

She didn't startle, just looked up mildly surprised, tossing her red hair out of her eyes. "Thanks." She didn't rise or anything like that. She just sat where she was, letting her fingers idly trail over the strings of the guitar still.

Seth walks in, but maintains a friendly distance.

"Haven't heard that one in a long time."

"I like old movies," she said with a shrug. "Marilyn was a damn good singer. People didn't give her half the credit she deserved."

"Marilyn was," he gives a light whistle. "Not the best actress but she could definitely sing."

She made slight snort of amusement. "Maybe not, but take a look at most of the movies from the 50's and 60's. I mean, yeah every couple presses their cheeks together after they kiss. Not exactly a lot of realism was expected back then."

He chuckles, also amused. "I was alive in that era, albeit as an old fart, I can tell you that people were little different then than they are now."

"I've been around a lot too. Though I never saw old age much. Go figure." She strums a slightly dramatic cord, a little playfully.

"Oh it certainly wasn't for lack of trying. I half think someone in Washington poisoned me to finally get me to croak last time around." He takes a seat nearby. "Bit of a troublemaker?" he asked playfully.

"I'm genetically attracted to trouble," she replied with a smirk.

And that gets him laughing. "Boy do I know that. I don't think I've ever been content to just go with the flow. I've had to rock the boat every damn place I've been."

She rolls her shoulder in another shrug. "I tried going with the flow once. It didn't work out. After that run, I figured I might as well just be me and to hell with what happens."

"If you're not being yourself, you're not living."

"Trufax. I'd rather burn bright and fast. At least then I know I'm having fun."

"Speaking of bright and fast, I'm guessing you're dodging a certain sun god? He's been attached to your hip since we've gotten here," Seth observed.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh I'm sure he'll find me eventually. He's really nuts over this whole baby....thing." She gave a little shudder. "I suppose I can appreciate his enthusiasm, but I wish he'd leave me out of it."

He nods sympathetically. "I was a lousy dad my first time around. Not sure it's going to be any different now."

"Hey I had a lousy dad. I don't hold it against him." That may have been Mel saying he shouldn't worry about it. "We are who we are."

He thinks on that. "True enough." He extends a hand by way of introduction. "I think this is the first time you and I have met face to face. I'm Seth, Aldo Fizzini these days."

She quirks a smile and goes ahead and accepts his hand. "Melpomene. Though I go by Mel to pretty much everyone."

"A pleasure, Mel."

"Heh, you say that now." She grinned and took her hand back. The guitar music started up again. She was just making it up as she went along, though it sounded rather good. "So did you come down here with something specific on your mind, or are you just looking for anything to pass the time?"

"I like to live dangerously," he teased. "I was going to use the shooting range. My girl, Tara's working on some tech stuff for your doctor, so I thought I'd kill time here."

"I don't really play with guns. I'm more of a hands on type of girl."

For a moment Seth raised curious eyebrow at her choice of words, but chose a more subtle question. "What do you prefer to handle then?" Okay, subtle for Seth.