Oh the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio Who: Calista Kosko and Quentin James Where: Calista's new place, of course! When: Late afternoon What: Seeing the new digs and hanging out :D
Quentin didn't know what time of day Calista would be up and ready to have people over at her new place, but as she was a baker he figured she'd be up early. Unable to remember if she was working today or not, perhaps it worked out well that Quentin really didn't do mornings. It was well past 10 by the time he woke up and hauled himself out of bed. After a bit of sketching and looking over the new paints he'd purchased when he'd run into Angel over the weekend, he still didn't know what his next painting would be, so he called up Calista to see if she was free.
The new place wasn't all that far from where Quentin lived, and he only got turned around once on the way over. At some point he'd learn to buy himself a decent GPS, maybe on his way home from Calista's. Parking the Mustang, he climbed out and looked over the house, wondering if her new roommate was home, too. He wouldn't mind if she was, he'd like to meet who Calista was living with. This was his only big plan for the day so far.
Running a hand through his hair to straighten it quick, Quentin knocked on the door and waited to see who would answer it, grin on his face.
Even though it was her day off, Calista still walked around the house in a cute sundress and sandals. Actually, it was a dress that she had made herself and was quite fond of it. She was in the middle of looking through her music collection, trying to figure out what to play at the battle of the bands gig going on at the end of the week when Quentin called. Oh, this was perfect! He could come on over and help her pick out some music and they could chill at her new place. Calista couldn't ask for anything better.
After getting off the phone, she rushed - ok, it was fast for her - to the bathroom to doll herself up as much as possible. She already had foundation and blush on, so thankfully all that was needed was some eye make-up and pink gloss. While she was in the middle of fusing with her bangs, she heard a knock on the door and instantly decided to stick with them swept to the side. Was a good compromise somehow. Shuffling to the door, Calista peeked through the peek hole to spot Quentin and giggled gently to herself before opening the door. "Hey there! See you found the place ok?" She opened her arms slightly, hoping for a hug, because why not? They were relatively good friends now. Shit, Quentin had seen her in her panties, so they had to be on good terms.
With her arms open like that, it was hard not to hug her, so that was exactly what Quentin did, holding her to him for a few seconds. "Didn't even have to stop for directions," he said, smiling as he let her go, taking in the sundress she was wearing, the jewelry. He'd liked her in yellow before, but that pale blue worked too. Of course it would be the first thing the painter in him noticed. "You look adorable," he said, meaning every word, "and I love that color on you."
He stepped just inside the doorway, not wanting to move further into the house until Calista officially invited him in. "So, when do I get the grand tour?" Just when he'd learned where her parents' house was in town, she moved, so he'd get used to this place, too. Eventually, if he drove around enough, maybe Quentin would learn all the roads in Scarlet Oak as well.
Calista blushed slightly at Quentin's compliment, glad he approved of her look. She did her best to be on top of her game when it came to looks, so she was happy to know she had done a good job. "I actually made this," Calista explained as they unlocked their embrace, twirling around for Quentin to check out her dress better. "I'm happy you like it." Once they were both inside, she closed the door and smiled on over to him. "You can get a grand tour right now, actually. This is the foyer." Calista extended her arms as if to show off the room. "And off to this side-" she began shuffling off to the right. "-is the kitchen."
Once there, she extended her arms again, swirling around as she looked around the room, then immediately went to the fridge to open it up. "Do you want anything to drink. I think we have some- Ooo, cookies!" Calista pulled out a massive tray from the fridge, filled with not only cookies but other assorted baked goods. Putting an oatmeal raisin cookie into her mouth, she took the tray out and showed it off to Quentin. "Want one?"
"Handmade?" Quentin whistled under his breath. She'd told him she made her own clothes, but to see them in person was a nice surprise. "Well done, it's awesome." Sure, fashion might not be quite his thing, given how he tended not to care about his looks all the time, but he could appreciate when something was tasteful. He did own a bunch of nice clothes, coming from his background it was hard not to, he just preferred his every day clothes to the suits and ties his mother got for him.
He smiled and nodded, taking in the foyer and the kitchen beyond it. The place had a nice set up so far, and already he was hoping that they'd get to spend a good amount of time here. It would be good for Calista to move out her own, he was thinking - much like it had been good for Quentin to move out, too. Granted, she still lived in the same town as her parents, and he made a point to go several states away, but that was besides the point. "What do you have to drink? I don't need anything much, water will be fine." And then she was holding out a tray of cookies, and he grinned. "You know, I love getting to hang out with you, you always have the very best snacks." He grabbed a cookie from the plate as well, though his was chocolate chip. You couldn't go wrong with a classic. "You make these?"
"Mmhmm," Calista nodded, cookie still in her mouth. Once he took his treat of choice, she placed the tray back into the fridge and proceeded to fetch the two of them a glass of water. Swallowing down her cookie, she handed Quentin his glass and sipped on her own. "I had a friend come back from some far away place the other day, can't remember where, but I baked him a bunch of goodies as a welcome home thing... and I had a bunch of leftovers." Leave it to Calista to not know how to make small batches of something. It was either all in or bust. She took a moment to finish her cookie before realizing, oh yeah! She was giving a tour. Fluttering her eyes, she shuffled on off into the next area, the living room.
"Here's the living room." She tried extended her arms out dramatically again, but realized doing so caused her to spill some of her water onto the carpet. Furrowing her brow, Calista stared at it for a moment before looking on up to Quentin. "Does water stain carpet? I think we have some Windex to take it out."
It was a minute before Quentin answered too, as his mouth was full of chocolate chip cookie and there were some manners his mother had managed to drill into his head. "This is amazing," he said, gesturing to the half of a cookie he held in one hand. "And he's one lucky bastard to get you to make this much food as a welcome home present." He knew Calista likely couldn't decide on which type of dessert to make and just made them all, but that was just who she was and he found he rather enjoyed that about her. And, in the back of his mind, he wondered if he could ever get a reception like that out of her, someday.
Nodding his thanks for the water, Quentin followed her into the living room, hiding his smirk behind a sip as she spoke. "It's water, it's not going to hurt anything," he said. "Just a wet spot for a little while. When you spill something that stains, trust me, you'll know." Like dropping a palette full of paint, yeah, Quentin did that a lot. He was never getting the security deposit on his apartment back. Whoops.
If Quentin went poof for five years and miraculously came back, then yes, she would totally give him the same type of treatment. Whether or not Quentin would give her the same treatment Jace showed her was a different story, even made her blush softly for a second, but that wasn't the point right then. Calista's focus quickly went to the water spot and blinked her eyes before looking back to Quentin. "Oh, so it's fine? That's good then." She gave him a smile, holding her glass of water with more care this time around and continued on with the tour.
"Down this way is the laundry room and Adara's study. I think she mentioned possibly turning it into another bedroom, I'm not sure." Calista shrugged then looked over her shoulder to Quentin. "Want to head on upstairs? That's where my room- OH! We can look through CDs together. You can help me pick out what I should play for the battle of the bands this Saturday." Way to change the topic, as always. One tracked mind she did not have.... like ever.
For half a second, he wondered why she was blushing, if it was from something he'd done or said, but before he could remark on it the flush was gone from Calista's cheeks. Being far from an expert in women, Quentin decided to let it go for now and not worry too much about it. "Yep, absolutely fine."
He followed her from room to room, nodding as she spoke of the study. Looked like it could just be big enough for another bedroom if they needed the space, or a third person to help with rent. "I would love to see your room, as well as your CD collection," he said, grinning over at her. He was curious to see exactly what she listened to, given what she'd played at that open mic. "And battle of the bands? You know I'll be there to cheer you on with that."
"Really?" Calista batted her eyelashes, rather ecstatic that Quentin was willing to show up and cheer her on. Well, she didn't act happy as hell, but she definitely was. Simply giving him a small smile, she flicked her bangs out of her eyes and nodded her head. "Thank you. Let's go on up and we can check out the CDs."
Her room was upstairs and at the end of the hallway. The door was still opened and inside was... well, quite the disaster. CDs completely covered the floor due to Calista flipping through them and trying to figure out what to sing for her one song, even though she didn't even have the band together yet. At least everything else in her room was neat and tidy. It had a light, airy feeling to it with sleek modern designs. "And this..." Calista carefully stepped over the albums to her bed to plop down. "Is my room! Come on in, just... watch the CDs. I've already broken ten cases by now."
"Well, yeah," he said, the answer to that one should have been obvious even to someone like Calista. She was his friend, and Quentin enjoyed her company, so why wouldn't he show up and cheer her on? Seeing as he didn't know any other musicians in the area, he was going to root for the person he knew - and the one he knew would rock the hardest. "Just let me know when it is and I'll be there."
Quentin wasn't exactly surprised to see the room looking more like a tornado just blew through it; somehow it fit the image he had of Calista in his mind, too distracted by something shiny to remember to pick something up off the floor. It wasn't like he could say much, the pens and markers and half-empty tubes of paint that littered his apartment spoke for themselves. Rather than try to tip toe through the mess, Quentin waved his hand and made himself a small path through the CD cases with his telekinesis. "It's lovely," he said, reaching the bed and sitting next to her. "Maybe I can help you put the CDs back as we go through them? That way you won't break anymore cases on accident."
Damn, that was one way to show off a bad ass psychic ability! Calista smiled slightly at Quentin's actions, a bit jealous that he could literally wave his hand and make things do whatever. Part of her wondered if he could snap his fingers and instantly clean up a room, though somehow that seemed too good to be true. Calista nodded to him as he took a seat beside her, then leaned down to pick up a small handful of CDs to flip through. "Any help with cleaning up is much appreciated, as long as it wasn't a burden or..." She drifted off, staring at her copy of Midnight Bloom by The Kills, flipping it over to check out the tracklist. "I like Black Balloon, but... I don't know if others will. Hmm..." Placing that one to the side, she flipped through the other ones that were in her hands: a variety of albums from Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Modest Mouse, and Beck. "What do you think?"
If he could just snap his fingers and make everything clean again, there would be no excuse for Quentin's apartment looking the way it did, most of the time. Instead it was often littered with the little things he moved when he wasn't even thinking about controlling his powers, dropped at odd places whenever he remembered that hey, those pens shouldn't be spinning around him! "Makes sense to put things away and only keep the ones that are potential songs for the battle of the bands," he said, looking over her shoulder at the case she held. "Oh, Modest Mouse, I haven't heard anything from them in a while." He grabbed the CD case and looked over the track listing, nodding softly to himself. His suspicions had been confirmed, her taste in music was awesome.
"I know! Their last album was in... 2006? 2007? It was this one." She poked at their last album in Quentin's hands, We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank, and leaned in to look over the tracklisting. "I haven't listened to this one in a while... Oh! Dashboard is on it. I forgot about that song. It has a lot of energy to it." The way she described the song with her deadpan stare and mellow voice made it seem like that a song like that was far beyond her reach, though Calista knew better than what others thought. All she needed was a stage, a microphone, and a spotlight and she could release her inner rockstar at the drop of a dime. Though sadly, her messy room wasn't exactly ideal for a stage, nor did she have a spotlight. A microphone, though.... "Hmmm, where did I put my hairbrush?" Calista pondered out loud, her hazel eyes skimming over the room as she tapped a finger against her chin.
"Me neither, you want to listen to it as a refresher, see if 'Dashboard' is something you want to sing?" Having seen her perform before, Quentin knew exactly what she was capable of - after all, it wasn't every girl who opened a set with Avenged Sevenfold, and that was definitely enough to earn Quentin's attention and respect. It took a moment for him to connect the dots though when she asked for a hairbrush - was she planning to sing now? He leaned back a little and scanned his eyes over her room, trying to see if he could spot one. Seeing it over on her dresser and really being too lazy to move, Quentin called her hairbrush to him and then passed it to her. "Here you go, as requested."
Calista batted her eyelashes as he summoned her hairbrush to them, giggling a bit before taking it into her hand. "Thanks. I wish I could do that. Would be useful when getting ready in the morning." She pictured herself in the bathroom with all of her make-up compartments and hair supplies floating everywhere, then conveniently plopping into her hands when she needed it. With that thought in mind she actually took the hairbrush and ran it through her hair several times before looking on over to Quentin and realizing, hur hur, they were trying to figure out a song for her to sing, not whether or not all the tangles were out of her dark hair. "Oh, right."
Taking the album out from his hands, she shuffled on over to her moderate sized sound system and placed the CD on in. After turning on the speakers and skipping through a few of the songs, she eventually found what she was looking for and immediately smiled. Bopping her head to the beat, she spun around on her heels and felt the music completely consume her. With her hairbrush in hand, she began to sing along with the vocals, belting out the notes as best she could. Calista was in her own world as she sang with immense emotion, doing her own little rockstar diva dance to it as she held onto her hairbrush like it was her only lifeline. And all while looking at Quentin. Well, where else was she suppose to look? She was singing for him, after all.
"It's more a pain to make things stop moving than to get them to move, if you want the truth." Quentin gave a small shrug. "I don't feel like I have to hide what I can do from you, so it's kind of nice to just let it go for a while." His control was practiced, and it wasn't like he had a physical need to move things, but if he stopped thinking about it, away things went. In a room like this, with all the small CD cases on the floor, that could get ugly pretty quick. He didn't mind if she brushed her hair for a second, girls did that without realizing it most of the time, and he wasn't a mind reader, maybe she did want it to brush her hair.
But his original assumption was right, Calista was going to sing. Quentin leaned back on one elbow and bopped his head along with the music, grinning at her the whole time. Just like at that open mic, he watched the music take over and she got lost in it, almost like she was an entirely different person. To see those expressions light up her face, it was something Quentin really enjoyed. And it helped that she was a great singer to boot. "I say we add that one to the list," he said, clapping as she finished.
Smiling gently at Quentin's applause, she nodded her head while running her fingers through her hair. "Thanks, glad you liked it." She always got way into singing to the point her hair was almost a completely mess by the end. How all the musicians out there had picture perfect hair after a hardcore performance was beyond her. Had to be a magical spell or something. Taking the Modest Mouse CD out and returning it to its case, Calista put it on the bed off to the side. It could become the pile of songs she could sing for the performance. After picking up a few more from the floor, she plopped down onto the bed, resting on her stomach while look on over to Quentin.
"I have so many CDs, I can't even remember where I got all of them." Hell, she couldn't even remember which albums she had and didn't have. Calista came across some CDs from the late 90s that were not entirely her taste, but definitely popular at the time. Probably a gift from a friend or family member. Besides, she couldn't really rock out to Backstreet Boys or Britney Spears. Sifting through her pile of CDs, she didn't quite find anything that suited the topic at hand. Calista tilted her head on up to look at him, her side swept bangs obstructing her view a bit, but that was fine. She couldn't redo her hair after each singing session, especially if she was going to do that with every song. "Find anything decent?"
"I always like getting to hear you sing, I've found." And that was the truth - no matter what she was singing, so far everything he'd heard had been pretty rockin', just the kind of music Quentin liked. The messed up hair was just part of it. Quentin didn't mind in the slightest. He laid back on the bed, a stack of CDs in hand, going through them title-by-title.
"Shit, I haven't actually looked at my physical CD collection in years," he said. "I put everything I could on my laptop ages ago. I think the CDs are still stuffed in a box somewhere, not sure I opened it after I moved here." There were a few boxes in his closet still, along with one very important one that had only been opened once since leaving Maine: The Painting. He wasn't going to think along those lines now, what he'd seen in that piece of art. Quentin wasn't dumb, he knew he couldn't just ignore the fact that he was seeing the future somehow, but for now he could delay it another day, worry about it later. "Taking Back Sunday?" he said, holding up Tell All Your Friends. "And it's the old stuff, the good stuff. What I've heard from them now just doesn't live up to this album, in my opinion."
Calista had a good amount of her albums converted to her computer, but after a while she got bored and simply got up and walked away from the machine. The girl was easily distracted and never got around to converting all her songs to digital format. Also it didn't help at all that she had just moved, taking all of her CDs with her. At least she was thorough enough to not leave anything behind. When Quentin flashed the CD to her, she wasn't entirely paying attention and was actually in the middle at poking his inked arm, tilting her head to get a better look at it. She was enjoying herself, running her finger over his skin slowly before catching a glimpse of the album from the corner of her eye. Batting her eyelashes, she turned her attention back to the music at hand and looked over the track list.
"Timberwolves at New Jersey was my favorite song from here. I never really liked their later stuff. This was always the-" She cut herself off as she eyed an album by The Black Keys on the other side of Quentin. Calista pushed herself onto her hands and knees to crawl over him enough to grab the album, then sat back on her heels to look at both of the albums together. "Hmm... I can't sing them both at the same time." Her lower lip pouted slightly before putting them in her lap. "Maybe we should get a bunch of them together and then I can sing them all at once.... or do it as we find them? I don't know..." Nor did she ever really know.
Truth be told, Quentin was rather enjoying the way she was looking at his arm, the gentle feel of her finger against his inked skin. He figured it was just the fact that she was interested in his tattoos, so he turned his arm a little, so that way she could have a better over of the designs on that arm. She still hadn't seen all of them yet - he had to take off his shirt to do that, and the one on his lower back wasn't finished yet. Remy had tattooed the outline of the design, what would be a scene of the Kennebunkport Marina with Kevin's boat at the dock, but he had to let the area heal up first before she could color it in.
"Same here. I remember blaring this CD while I was painting, back when I still lived in the main house, with my parents. My mother hated it." Then again, Naomi pretty much hated everything Quentin liked, so that was nothing new. He smirked as she crawled over him, resisting the urge to tell her that he would have gladly grabbed the CD for her. "Let's start a pile and then go through them all at once," he said. "That way you can just sing rather than stopping and starting. It'll be like a mini-concert."
The very thought made Calista smile a bit more than usual. "I like mini concerts." Nodding her head at the idea, she placed the two CDs off to the side and grabbed another bundle of CDs in her arms to spread across her bed to examine. "I want to see your paintings," Calista backtracked after a moment of silence to look over the albums. "I've seen your sketches and tattoos-" She reached out to poke his arm, eying the dragon with a hint of adoration in her stare. "-but not paintings. Are they-" She cut herself off as she realized that she still had her +44 album. Well, their only album, which was a shame. "I love this band!" And with that she immediately tossed it on over to the 'to-do' pile off to the side.
She remained quiet as she looked over a few more before looking on up to Quentin. "Would your mother hate all of this then?" She had an odd way of coming full circle with conversations, but at least she didn't forget what Quentin had said. It was just... delayed by a couple minutes. Calista pouted slightly at the idea that perhaps his mother would also not like her either. She didn't want people to hate her for whatever reason. There was no harm done in liking certain types of music, was there?
He'd gotten her to smile, and Quentin grinned back at her. She was adorable when she smiled. "Then you need to come over sometime, and I will show you," he said. "I've got a bunch hanging up on my apartment and a few others that are works in progress. Including the one I based this tattoo on." He held out his left arm to show her the dragon curling up his forearm, since she seemed to be so interested in it. It was one of his favorites, along with the sailboat on the back of his neck, and the half-finished marina on his back. "Are they what?" He looked over the album she held. "+44? I haven't listened to that one in a while, it's definitely on the list."
Quentin hadn't expected her to mention his mother, or to ask about her, especially since it wasn't something he brought up often. "Likely not," he said, shrugging. "Don't get me wrong, she's my mom and I love her because of that, but she's also a prissy bitch. It's - kind of a long story, and it's probably for the best that I'm not in Maine anymore." Which was not to say he missed the area, he did, missed being so close to the ocean and everything it inspired for him, but the society of Kennebunkport he could do without. If he was being honest, he didn't give a rat's ass if his parents would like Calista or not. He liked her, and that was all that mattered to him.
It was probably best that Quentin didn't bring up the ocean, or else that was a sure way to crack Calista out of her calm demeanor, and by no means a good way. It was, however, a good thing that Calista sucked with geography and didn't have a clue where Maine was, thus leaving her oblivious to the fact it was by the ocean. She never really got over the traumatic event by the lake when she was five, nor did it look like she would get better any time soon. But she wasn't worried about water right then and instead focused her eyes on Quentin. He seemed upset and nostalgic, and Calista wasn't sure why. Instead of saying anything, she sat there and tilted her head to the side, a concerned look strung upon her face as she pouted her lip for him. Calista didn't want him to be upset. They were suppose to be having fun looking through music!
One would think that Quentin wouldn't love the ocean as much as he did anymore, not given the way his brother had died and how he'd seen it before it happened, but he couldn't deny that which inspired him the most. Calista would perhaps consider herself lucky that he didn't really want anyone else around when he got into those sort of moods, the ones where he just wanted to sit and work on his art for a while. At the moment, she looked concerned and he shook his head, willing the thoughts about Maine and his parents to the back of his mind for a while. "Why are you pouting?" he asked, sitting up a little so he could brush a finger over her lower lip, jutting out like that. "I'm fine. What other CDs do you have in that stack of yours?" If she wanted the story, he would tell her, but he saw no reason to bring her down.
Calista wasn't expecting him to reach out and touch her lip, but she didn't pull away either. She merely sat there and gave him the typical apathetic stare she normally had strung upon her face, though it wasn't entirely normal. Her cheeks flushed gently at his gesture, not sure what to make of it. Whatever it was, she didn't mind one bit and simply remained motionless for a while before blinking her eyes and pulling away slowly. "...huh?" Whatever he had said about her stack of CDs completely escaped her. Poor girl had he head lost in a cloud.
Tucking some strands of hair behind her ear, she glanced at the CDs on the bed and realized, hur hur, they were picking out songs. "Oh, right," she remarked nonchalantly. Slipping off of her bed, she scooped up another arm full of CDs and dumped them onto her bed. "I'm never going to figure out a song..." Her fingers ran over them slowly, scrunching her eyebrows together while looking them over. It was quite the mix: Wolfmother, Jimmy Eat World, Weezer, Fall Out Boy, Three Days Grace, Van Halen, N'sync- wait, how did that one get there?
She didn't pull away and for now, that was a good enough sign to Quentin. By now he'd gotten used to how Calista sometimes lost track of what was going on, staring off into space, lost in her own little world. And, truth be told, they were having a good afternoon and talking more about Maine wasn't something he particularly wanted to do at the moment. Better to let it go and move on with their afternoon.
"Of course you'll find one that's just perfect, we just have to try out lots of songs to get there. And I'm more than willing to be a test audience for you to try out said songs." Okay, so that was him being a little selfish, but he didn't really care. Yes, he liked to hear Calista sing and yes, he wasn't ashamed to admit that. But as they were sorting through this latest batch of CDs, one in particular caught his eye, right next to the Fall Out Boy CD. "Is that what I think it is?" He held up the N'Sync CD. "Someone have a little crush on Justin Timberlake when they were younger?"
It truly was rather nice of him to put up with her and her monstrous collection to try and find a song for Saturday. She still had to figure out what she was doing when it came to the actual band players, but they were steps in the right direction. Until then, Quentin could give her shit for having some popular boy band album. Seriously, who didn't have something like that in their collection of music.
"Wha?" And there she went blushing again, probably more so this time than what she was a minute ago. "I... no, I didn't. I don't know even know why I have that." Probably a gift from someone when she was younger, but who knew. Resting her hands upon her cheeks to hide her flushed face, Calista merely shook her head. "I don't want to sing from that album. There are not six of me to sing a song." Or something like that. Maybe it was five. Hmm, six sounded like a good number.
Quentin was sure there was something in his collection to be embarrassed about, but no boy bands, he was sure. Maybe something like Nickelback's first album, the one Renee had bought for him thinking he'd like it and that it was "cool." Very nice try, but Quentin liked real rock, kaythanksbye. "Then don't sing from it," he said, shrugging. Probably for the best, because who wanted a rock cover of "Tearin' Up My Heart" anyway? "Looks like we've got a good stack of songs to work from already," he said, pointing to the pile they've started. "You think we should start our little mini-concert now?"
Calista glanced on over to the small stack of CDs and nodded her head. "I like mini-concerts," she said with a small smile before scooping up the specific pile and brought them over to her sound system. Thank god she had one of those massive players with multiple CD inserts. It was old and could probably be replaced by her iPod and the small stereo for that, but... yeah, as mentioned earlier, she had yet to convert everything over. Maybe one day when she was more of a space cadet instead of an officer. It took a minute to slip all the CDs in, Calista messing up a few of them, but when it was all done, she grabbed her hairbrush and was ready to put on a little show.
The songs were rather eclectic to say the least, though she sangthemallwiththesamevigorousenergy she brought to every song that she ever sang to. Didn't matter if it was hard rock or punk alternative, she would make it bad ass just from her voice alone. And even though she was wearing a cute sundress, she didn't let that stop her from going all out. Hell, she had been around Quentin in a tank top with panties last time, so this was probably far from unusual. When the last song came around, Calista found herself going all out with the rock song, proceeding to jump up onto her bed to go all out with jumping and twirling. The girl was having massive amounts of fun singing to him and it showed. As the song eventually game to a close, she belted out the final lyrics, dropping to her knees dramatically before tossing the brush onto the floor and plopping over onto her back. Apparently doing nine songs in a row did a number on the poor thing. Gasping for air, she groaned gently while placing the back of her hand on her forehead. "... I didn't realize how many songs that was."
It had been a while since Quentin had seen a CD player with that many spaces for discs, but in this case it was helpful - though he totally would have changed the CDs for her so she could keep singing and not lose her rhythm. Maybe it would be worth it one day to put all her stuff on an iPod or something - or make her a playlist to add to one. It was an idea Quentin would save for later, something he hoped she might appreciate, maybe even find sweet.
So for now he relaxed back against the bed and watched Calista go to town, each song just as rockin' as the last. She had a badass voice and he loved getting the chance to see her like this, all animated and alive with what she was singing. He was nodding his head back and forth in time, messing up his hair a little in the process - which was kind of an oxymoron considering that his hair wasn't really straightened in the first place. When she was finished, flopped on the bed next to him, Quentin reached over to brush a few strands of hair out of her eyes. "That was amazing, even if it was a lot of songs," he told her. "Especially 'Bleed American,' 'Timberwolves at New Jersey' and the Fall Out Boy one, I never remember what they title their songs."
She was rather certain that flicking a few pieces of hair out of her eyes was just the tip of the iceberg. Her hair had been picture perfect when Quentin came on over and now it was just a crazed mess that made bedhead hair look good. Though it didn't really matter to her when Quentin was there saying he loved the show she put on for him. At least that was appreciated. Reaching out to him, she tried to return the favor and straighten out his hair as well, though her hand lingered as she became caught up in the thought of the songs she just sang.
"I don't think I know what it's called either," Calista admitted. "I think it's the first song on the album...? Hmm." Turning her head to the side, she eyed the CD case by the stereo and proceeded to make an exaggerated 'Wow, seriously now?' face for all of five seconds. She could have slipped off the bed to check, but she had tired herself out. And it was so far away! "It's all the way over there.... Mmm, I don't want to get up." Pout!
Quentin glanced up, his eyes meeting hers for a second as her hand lingered near his face, trying to straigthen his hair. Roxy was the first person here to ever even attempt to do something like this, but he didn't get the same feeling from her that he got right now. He figured the straigtening was just a penguin thing and he took it for what it was. And, likely, Calista had no idea how much he liked this, too, getting to hang out with her, hear her sing without the distractions of a bar and anyone else around them.
"Yeah, first song, I think. I always listen to it as part of one playlist or another," he said, following her gaze to where the stack of CDs were. Since he was feeling lazy too, and didn't want Calista to have to get up anyway, Quentin reached out a hand to call the CD to him. Doing so knocked over the stack that had been on top of it, of course, but he wasn't going to worry about that at the moment. "Being a telekinetic has to be good for something, right?" he asked, passing her the CD.
Of course Calista didn't have the slightest idea how he felt. The girl could have been the strongest empath in the world and still not know due to how la-dee-da she was with life. Though at the same time, she wasn't the type who flaunted her emotions around either. She always kept them bottled up and away from people, even if it was something warm and fuzzy, like how his hand barely skimmed over her face. Besides, there were better things for her to focus her mind on, like the CD case that just went flying across her room.
"You must not move a lot," she told him with a serious look before taking the CD. Seriously, why get up and grab something when you can just have everything come your way? Sounded like a good deal to her. Flipping the case over, she glanced at the tracklist and spotted the song they were talking about. "Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes..." Yeah, that was worthy enough for Calista to make another quirky face for a couple of seconds. "But... it's not about water buffaloes or disloyal order, right?" Or maybe it was and she wasn't listening to the lyrics close enough. She was quite certain that the song title was never remotely mentioned in the lyrics. Damn artists making complicated names for songs.
He didn't know what most of her emotions were, to be honest. He just knew that, whenever he got a flicker of a smile to appear on her face, he'd done something really, really good. At her comment, Quentin gave her a soft shrug, "Sometimes, yeah. Usually just when I'm alone. Over the years I've spent a lot of time just getting things to stop moving rather than the other way around." Turning his head, he looked over the CD with her. "Nope, last I knew the song doesn't reference anything about buffaloes, or order, or being disloyal. It just rocks in its own way, regardless of its ridiculous title." It was one of his favorites from her set, but that was because a lot of the lyrics reminded him of himself. Selfish, completely, but he wasn't going to say that out loud.
She remained motionless for another moment, trying to process the lyrics through her head again to try and link it with the title. At the rate she was going she was going to give herself a headache, thus causing her to place the CD of to the side. There was something about the song that was different from the others. Or maybe it wasn't the song itself, but the way he was looking at her when she sang for him. She almost didn't want to go onto the next song because of it. The thought made Calista smile some more before turning her attention back to him. "Guess I'll have to think about my options for Saturday, now won't I?" Though honestly? She already had it figured out.