Some heavy ass contemplation had plagued Captain America, but everyone else was emo. No need to have one of the only cheery chicks in the hotel looking all serious 'round the emo kids. The window was open, her room silent, keyboard standing threateningly across from her the ex-marine had thrown her boots up on the table and was leaning back on two legs of her chair with an open notebook splayed across her desk, a song only partly written. Half way through and she was stuck. It wasn't a common occurrence but it happened. It probably even happened to the greats like Frank Sinatra she assured her self looking at the half blank page of paper. "Com'mon, com'mon, com'mon..." The singer/songer writer mumbled to her self and the empty room. Lips silently spoke the words as her eyes wondered over the material on the page. Captain America all ready had a epic piano line for the song, but the lyrics. The lyrics man, they weren't all there, they just didn't feel right. brows popped up in concentration as baby blues darted over the page again and again. What was it with this shit that could make her lose her mind. The crashing mixed chords rung in her mind like a beam of sunlight on a cloudy day. The piano line was epic. Now if only the vocals could be too. The slam, the bang, the boom... Or even a gentle and eerie intro could be done well with just a few keys, just a few.... Just the words.... the words.
She let the chair crash down on the ground her hand thudding onto the table releasing the pencil to roll across the desk. Letting out a deep sigh 'Manda the Conquer was starting to feel like she was losing her super powers lately, what the fuck was with this place. Was this shit some sort of emo hotel horror story. Leaping from her seat 'Manda twirled around arms outstretched and did her best transilvania accent. "Bwahaha, cum to our 'otel and it vill suck your joy! Bwahaha!" Another sigh. Fuck, this shit sucked.
Just then though an old love of memory lane smashed into her like a mac truck hitting a elephant. Could it really really be? Darting over to the window she put both hands on the sill and leaned out.
"BEER IS GOOD!"
Making sure the redhead down below saw her Captain America waited for a second for the other to catch on in attempts to yell "And stuff!" In unison before darting away from the window and down the stairs faster then a speeding super man, and whoa shit did that guy speed. The flash would be so proud!
Winging the door open with one overly strong and fast pull the door bounced against the walls while leaving a nice door handle shaped dent as the ex-marine threw her arms open in joy.
"When its warn it tastes reel crapy, But cold beer will make me happy. When i puke all on the floor, I can go and drink some more. They say beer will make me dumb, It R go good with pizza, Now that we have drank some beer lets go drive a car!"