Who: Xander and Evelyn
Where: Music Club meeting room after the club, then maybe Kat’s party bar
When: Friday night after the club
For the most part, Xander was fully convinced that most ‘clubs’ were a waste of time. Sure, they gave you extra credit but what did they really do for you in the long run? Not a whole lot, unless you really were planning on going pro in one of the sports clubs, or even the dance club. He would even say the same about the music club, except, of course, the fact he had gone pro in the field would’ve turned his own argument against him.
But even against his better nature, he found that he did enjoy the club quite a bit. There was quite a bit of talent within its membership. Even a few names that he recognized from the game. Still amused him a little bit, that Ada Crowe was at the school, one of those poor victims of an out of control were creature. Her music had helped to inspire his own band’s particular music setup as well. That she was in the club as well, was just another bonus that it had in his mind. After all, if you were going to learn, you might as well learn from someone who was quite successful, right?
Then, there was the view. Even if he wasn’t an Incubus, one couldn’t argue against the view. Some of the best looking girls in the school were musicians of some stripe, it would seem. And that was something that he wasn’t ever going to argue against. In fact, it was one good argument for just continuing his membership in the club. The eye candy was enough to keep him smiling for the entire night afterwards. Although, that particular night he had other plans for ‘eye candy’. A party in a bar, after all, was always good for finding some woman to seduce. Even if it was that loud mouthed Kat who was throwing it. He really needed to ask them to keep it down next door, or at least move the bed so it wasn’t constantly slamming into
his wall while they were doing each other.
But, he stayed a little while after the music club had ended. He had found a niche while they were all goofing off. One that his mind had focused on. So, even while the others were getting up and leaving, the demon settled himself into a corner with his guitar and began to play it. He had gotten a tune in his head during the practice, and he was trying to figure out how to pull it off, or at the very least getting it out into the open, and the hell out of his head where it would be stuck all night otherwise. And that got to be even more annoying than anything else. So focused on it, was he, that he didn’t even noticed that not everyone had left just yet.