Thank Jesus Fucking Christ; it was Lucy Fucking Caldicott. Mason hadn't noticed her enter right away because he was too busy fucking with those high hats, which was really a waste of time because the tension was only a little bit high, and all Curt wanted to do was just jam and see where things went and maybe experiment a little - even if that meant experimenting with high hat tension - but Mason wouldn't have it. Could be such a whiner sometimes, Mason. There's a point where you've just got to shut up and play, you know?
Looking over at Lucy just outside the glass, Curt smiled, waving over at Lucy and beckoning her in. Because, you know, she should be in and not out. "'S Lucy," Curt noted briefly to Mason, pointing in her direction. It'd been a while since they'd properly seen her, and, you know, they needed to go about seeing her properly.