Candy, Snark and Punk Rock [Teddy]

@"fish_with_a_pencil"

This was the right room, right? Teddy asked internally, his head pressed against the door. This didn't seem quite right. He scanned the flyer intently again, wondering if the details were all in order. They were, and as such the scene was even stranger.

What sort of band would be in a silent room..?

Curious, Teddy moved to the side and took off his jacket, as it would interfere with his neck. Now that he was only restricted by a a loose black shirt, he planted his face on the wall and pushed it through.

His body stayed on one side of the wall, while his face peeked at the other side. Simple observation told her that the girl waiting alone was irate, perhaps impatient. More watching would give him plenty more detail, but there would be time for that later and he drew back, putting his jacket back on.

He took a deep breath and readied his signature perpetually-smug grin. One leg rose up and he contemplated kicking the doors open, then figured it might end up being too problematic to repair, so he just pushed them open and broke into song.

"Hey now, you're an all-star
Get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star
Get the show on, get laaaid"

Teddy slid into the room turned to the side, tilted to his right. Then he jumped, spun in midair, and without missing a beat broke into a different song, to the tune of an old song. To the slow rhythm he walked up to the girl.

"Strangers in the night
Two lonely people
We were strangers in the night
Up until the moment when we said our first hello
Little did we know
Love was just one a glance away

In that particular direction." Teddy abruptly cut his Sinatra solo to turn to the window and point a finger at an owl perched on a tree outside. Without breaking eye contact with the owl, he extended a hand toward the girl and introduced himself. "Aye. I'm Teddy and I'm going to sing for this band. Okay? Okay."

@"fish_with_a_pencil"

Teddy huffed and turned his nose up at the "girls only" comment, whipping his messy hair disdainfully. In a racist, stereotypical French accent complete with a cigarette gesture, he replied, "Hmm. I am fabulous enough for an all girl group, non?"

As he turned his head, his eyes caught a briefly exposed sight of the girl's exposed waist, which made him smile and nod, not in the least bit concerned about being caught staring. After all, if something was nice, it was nice.

This lady had attitude. Enough attitude to prove a worthy opponent for Teddy's aloofness, though at the moment he still kept his eyes glued on her waist. While being attacked for not bringing candy, he launched into a counterargument. "Didn't you consider the possibility of, I don't know, foul play? I mean - oh screw it I'm going to illustrate."

For a brief moment he rummaged in his pockets and brought out two pieces of very strong mint candy, one in each hand. He revealed both, mixed them around, put one back inside his pants, and said, "I brought you your goddamned candy, woman - one of the two pieces is drugged. I don't know if it's this one, or the other one - but if it was someone else with worse motives it would be a hundred percent laced, not the fifty-fifty I'm putting up. You decide if you want to bet on those odds." Why he chose to do such a thing, he didn't know (though that applied to at least half everything he did), nor did he know why he didn't just give her the tiny packet in his back pocket. Or why he pretended he drugged any of the candy. Or why he put it into her hand.

That third issue made him flare up a bit though, and he put a finger to her face warningly. "You shut your ass. Mock Smash Mouth, that's fine by me - only ever listened to them because of Shrek anyway - but you do not mock anyone from the Rat Pack."

Teddy ended his short rant with a wide smile and continued on a different note. "Who the hell said I could only do two kinds of music? That's real damn insulting, you know. Really steams me. Really has me limp. It makes me weak at the knees, to be honest."

Suddenly, he slid back and began to headbang, segueing into a chorus of a Rise Against song.

"I just want to - let - you - know!
I'm falling on my knees right now
I'm covered in the mess I made
These colors used to wash right out
But now they are a part of me!"

His face contorted into an expression of desperation and anger as he looked up at her from below. Though what he was singing technically was not punk rock, he still found that it would be more amusing to keep singing unrelated things.

"And I've been searching for a remedy
When all along it's been in front of me
I need you here
I need you noooooow - okay that's enough of that."

@"fish_with_a_pencil"
With a smug grin and another racist Parisian's accent, he said, "Admit it. It was a good song, non?" He was feeling pretty good at the moment, but she suddenly gave a challenge. The idea of winning a challenge excited him, though considering she'd just dissed the Rat Pack, this girl's tastes were probably off. Salvageable, since she had enough sense to approve of a Rise Against song, but off.

"Aw. Really now?" Teddy asked exasperatedly with a look of bemusement on his face at the challenge issued. Unless it were some song like Roundabout or maybe a Red Hot Chili Peppers song, bass lines tended to be unremarkable.

Then she played a bass line which took him three seconds to recognize, and with more exasperation he asked, "Aw. Really? Fall Out Boy? You coulda played anything you wanted and you coulda played something good - you know what, I'm not even going to start."

Instead of arguing - arguing against Fall Out Boy fans often proved a hopeless endeavor - he just leaned forward and began to drum along on a table he beat he remembered. It was a bit sloppy, which he ignored as he was trying for lead singer, not percussion. "Hang on, I'm going to jump in in a bit."

Then he sang a Fall Out Boy song.

"One night, yeah and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even if they weren't so great - fye, the right song this time. You coulda played that one but you chose freaking Dance Dance."

With a disappointed shrug Teddy kicked into the right song in time for the chorus. Although unnecessary he added a bit of flourish and emphasis to certain words and put highlight on the pauses. And his all too common impromptu lyric change.

"Dance dance
We're falling apart
To half time
Dance dance
Your bass is kinda
Little off-beat
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew
How misery loved me"

Teddy shot upright and with a smug look said, "What now?"

@"fish_with_a_pencil"
With a smug grin and another racist Parisian's accent, he said, "Admit it. It was a good song, non?" He was feeling pretty good at the moment, but she suddenly gave a challenge. The idea of winning a challenge excited him, though considering she'd just dissed the Rat Pack, this girl's tastes were probably off. Salvageable, since she had enough sense to approve of a Rise Against song, but off.

"Aw. Really now?" Teddy asked exasperatedly with a look of bemusement on his face at the challenge issued. Unless it were some song like Roundabout or maybe a Red Hot Chili Peppers song, bass lines tended to be unremarkable.

Then she played a bass line which took him three seconds to recognize, and with more exasperation he asked, "Aw. Really? Fall Out Boy? You coulda played anything you wanted and you coulda played something good - you know what, I'm not even going to start."

Instead of arguing - arguing against Fall Out Boy fans often proved a hopeless endeavor - he just leaned forward and began to drum along on a table he beat he remembered. It was a bit sloppy, which he ignored as he was trying for lead singer, not percussion. "Hang on, I'm going to jump in in a bit."

Then he sang a Fall Out Boy song.

"One night, yeah and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even if they weren't so great - fye, the right song this time. You coulda played that one but you chose freaking Dance Dance."

With a disappointed shrug Teddy kicked into the right song in time for the chorus. Although unnecessary he added a bit of flourish and emphasis to certain words and put highlight on the pauses. And his all too common impromptu lyric change.

"Dance dance
We're falling apart
To half time
Dance dance
Your bass is kinda
Little off-beat
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew
How misery loved me"

Teddy shot upright and with a smug look said, "What now?"

@"fish_with_a_pencil"

"Whoa there. I think you're misunderstanding something." Teddy put one fist up, then extended his index finger. "Several things actually. One, I'm doing the voices and shit - man cursing does not fit me - because I like that stuff. I'd have gone to some sort of theater or acting thing but - too lazy to look for one, honestly. Also, I know I have issues, but they're more along the 'existential crisis' side of the spectrum." To illustrate, he mimed an overly-grandiose speech fitting of a Shakespearean setting.

In the middle of his little pantomime, Teddy abruptly stopped and turned to face Luna. His voice grew soft and gentle, and his smile became warm. "There is always more to heaven, to earth, and to man than what your eyes can see. Even if I'm not a man."

Now back to his normal speaking manner, his middle finger shot up next and he started to walk, positioning himself between the girl and the door. At the moment, any expression that was serious would probably have fit better than his perpetual smug grin, so he didn't change it. "Second, I'm underage, so nah, not here to get laid. Just getting paid and Gatorade maybe - and who goes joining a band for sex? ...wait, that's not a good argument. Damn."

Teddy shook his head in self-disappointment after making such a weak point. His head was turned away as he said, "Third, manners. If I should be singing to your bassline, then shouldn't I at least know who was responsible?"