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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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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.

"Clubs. Swords. Or just bare hands can be really satisfying. I like getting up close and personal." The conversation was getting abruptly steeped in innuendo, and she didn't mind that one bit.

Okay, he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the direction this was going.

"Oh I can certainly understand that. Having the right weapon in your hands can be very satisfying. Getting up close where you can s sweat, feel his breath shift."

"And know when you're hitting all the right..." Her fingers plucked a soft three note scale, while she kept a purposeful gaze on him. "Notes. It's a very intoxicating rush."

Seth takes a deep, settling breath, crossing his leg a bit to hide a slight growth in interest.

"There's nothing quite like looking upon your work, seeing it fulfilled," he agrees.

She noted his shifting and his breathing with a smirk. Men were so easy sometimes. "And being fulfilled by it. Though we've long since stopped talking about violence." Yeah, Mel can only do subtext for so long.

A playful chuckle. "True enough, but it was an interesting way to go about it."

She inclined her head in a slight nod. "Definitely a first for me."

"If you don't mind my asking, have your men been seeing to your needs since the pregnancy?" he asked.

"More or less. All I'd have to do is look at Apollo, but sometimes he's a little too sweet for my mood. And Triton normally lives across the country from me. As he once said, three thousand plus miles is a long way to go for sex."

He nods. "I ask because being pregnant hasn't stopped Tara from getting in the mood, so I figured you've probably felt something similar. Do they know what they're doing? I mean sex can suck for a pregnant woman if the guy doesn't have a clue what he's doing." He pauses. "...I read a lot of stuff," he admits.

She couldn't help it, that made her laugh out loud. "Oh man, I've never heard anyone question Apollo's abilities at sex! That's just..." And she dissolved into a fit of laughter for a moment. "No, no, he's perfectly well versed. He's just always Apollo. And I haven't actually tried out the Sea Prince since I became 'well rounded'."