Atton's Apartment, Manhattan, New York City, Thursday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

You know, Atton was finally starting to get into a rhythm with this life, a daily and weekly routine. It hadn't saved him from careening past an episode of... something... last week, but now that the reality of the potentially-long stretch of life in front of him had settled in-- well, it at least kept his sanity intact.

End of the week was usually Lana time. They'd spent some time earlier that day sparring in the band's practice space. It'd been a good workout.

But now he was home, holding the door open for Lana to come on in. "You're welcome to grab a shower, if you want."

[[ expecting one, but as always open for messages and phone calls ]]

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[unusual_sith]

"I wouldn't say no," Lana agreed gratefully. She'd actually been hopeful of it, and brought a spare pair of jeans and a t-shirt. And three-in-one because it was easier to travel with, sorry Arden.

She looked around as she made her way to the bathroom. "Is Dane out?"

[suitably_heroic]

"He's probably already at work," Atton said, glancing at the clock. "Picking up some extra ships after he took the weekend off."

[unusual_sith]

Lana nodded. "Well, tell him I said hello."

She managed a quick shower; look, between Korriban and Hoth, you learned to shower fast.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton, meanwhile, had wandered towards the ever-expanding record collection. (He'd shower later, when she was done, or maybe even gone.)

After a few minutes, a rhythmic guitar track began to play.

[unusual_sith]

Lana came out of the room drying her hair and tossed her dirty clothes in her bag. "This is nice. What is it?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Tool," Atton supplied, looking up at her from where he was squatting by the record player. "This particular track has the most insanely overcomplicated percussion on it and Jill's been obsessing about trying to learn it for about a week."

[unusual_sith]

"Oh, that sounds like fun! Though if Jill's struggling, something tells me it's beyond my skill. I've been considering getting some of those electronic drums, though, to keep learning."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton made an amused noise as he got up. "My advice? Pick easier heroes," he said. "Like Dave Grohl, or something. Poor Jill wants to be Mike Portnoy when she grows up."

[unusual_sith]

"You realise I have no idea who that is," Lana said, amused. "I'll just assume he's a very good drummer. Dave Grohl, though, that name is familiar." She thought about it. "Ah! Nirvana, and now he has his own band. Right?"

[suitably_heroic]

"It's called 'a dramatic pause before I tell you who that is', smartass," Atton said. "But yeah, Dave Grohl used to be Nirvana, now he's the lead singer of the Foo Fighters, but he's still a pretty good drummer."

He reached into the shelf again to pull out another album. He held the cover up for her to see. "Mike Portnoy. Dream Theater. Obnoxiously complicated prog metal band."

[unusual_sith]

"Looks interesting," Lana noted. "Is that 'obnoxiously complicated' as in 'unlistenable', or as in 'please don't make me try to play that'?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Depends on who you ask," Atton said cheerfully. "I like it."

He held it out for her. "You can borrow it, if you want."

[unusual_sith]

"I look forward to it, then." Lana smiled and took the album. "Thank you." You were the reason she had an entire stereo set, Atton. Her apartment was so much less bare these days! "One of these days I'll find something for you to listen to."

[suitably_heroic]

Imagine how Atton felt. He'd lived in ways best described as 'spartan' since his Sith days, and here he was. With an apartment full of stuff.

He'd maintain at least two thirds of it was Dane's, but still: that was more stuff than he'd owned since he was a kid.

"And the student will become the master," he intoned. "I'm looking forward to it." He shot her a faintly smirky smile. "How's life been, anyway?"

[unusual_sith]

Lana started out amused by that, which quickly turned into an eyeroll at his question. "Yesterday was Wednesday. Skywalker thinks I'm the evil one? You should have seen what he had us doing! It took three showers for me to get clean!"

[suitably_heroic]

"... Okay, what'd he do?" Atton said.

He wasn't going to admit it was fun when Lana got irate, but it was certainly something.

[unusual_sith]

"There were so many things!" Lana threw up her hands. "Fake ice cream, slime, ketchup, all these things we had to swim in to complete a race! For once the shirts weren't even the worst part of it, because at least my own wasn't utterly ruined by it. I've been through sewers on Quesh, and this was still probably the most disgusting thing I've ever done, if not quite as smelly. Ugh!"

Enjoy that rant, Atton.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton was starting to get an inkling of what other people felt like when he got going.

"Well," he said. "You're welcome to use the shower a second time if it'll help you feel clean."

[unusual_sith]

Lana sighed. "I'm fine now, thank you. But that man is a sadist. One of these days we should subject him to all this."

[suitably_heroic]

"I mean, I'm pretty sure you outnumber him," Atton pointed out, as he dropped himself back onto the sofa. "Nothing stopping you from rising up and seizing the means of goo production."

[unusual_sith]

"Hm." Lana wandered over to join him, still thinking. "That is an excellent point. And it's not as though I don't have experience."

[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah, I imagine you of all people can organize an uprising with a crisp sense of efficiency," Atton said.

A little lazily. The spar had been quite the workout, the kind he didn't exactly get every day anymore. "For extra points, dye his hair for me."

[unusual_sith]

"Oh, I could get Sabine on that, no problem," Lana said, grinning. "She did mine in a rainbow for...prom, I think it was? Though we'd have to do something awful for him. Maybe make it splotches of neon or something."

[suitably_heroic]

"You know I have such a hard time picturing you as a kid, and I think I actually met kid you back then," Atton mused. "Let alone rainbow kid you holding hands with your girlfriend."

[unusual_sith]

"Oh, I have pictures," Lana said. She waved her phone at him. "Did we meet back then? I don't remember."