“So, is she cute?” Dakota was chewing on a stick of Pocky. He and Chev were trying to unlock the last songs in Rock Band. He liked to chew on stuff while playing bass. At first, Dizzie guessed he thought it made him look cool, but he probably just needs it to focus on something. Dakota always seems distracted.
“She ate lunch with us, Dakota! What, did a zombie moose swallow your brain?” Dizzie shouted.
“Heh. Zombie moose.” Chev chuckled, eyes locked on the screen. Dizzie hated the way those toy drums sounded. The tapping blocked out the music coming from the game.
“So, she’s cute?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Dizzie pouted. “No band romances allowed.”
Chev chuckled again and Kira held Dizzie back from charging over tackling him. “Not worth it,” Kira said.
“Oh, come on. I wasn’t that bad, was I?”
“Let’s not go there, Chev,” Kira cut in. “You’re a decent drummer but we don’t need things between you and Diz getting in the way of the band.”
“Only decent?” The song ended and Chev paused to glare at Kira. She glared back, her gaze unwavering despite the rabid Dizzie prying and gnawing at her arm to get loose. “Fair enough.”
“There isn’t a huge pool of talented players at the high school level, Chev. If we don’t stick together, there’s not even a chance of having another band. Let’s play it cool.”
“I’m always cool. Like a motherfuckin’ cucumber. Let’s tear this shit up, Coda.” Chev was the only one who called Dakota that name, though he seemed not to care either way.
“F this!” Dizzie had pried herself away from Kira. “Let’s get some real playing in.”
“So, what does she play?” Dakota asked.
“What… oh, Sadie? I don’t think she plays anything. We have all we need for the band. She’s just going to be writing for us.”
“It would be cool if we had a keyboard player.”
“We don’t need a fucking keyboard player.”
“Yeah, but it would be cool…”
“Dakota! She doesn’t play keyboard!”
“So, what is she, our mascot?” It was Chev this time.
“Chev, I’m only going to say this once. March your ass into that garage or I will kick your ass so hard, your spine will curve right into your cock.”
“So… then she’s your pet project?”
Dizzie screamed, leapt over the couch and started beating on Chev. Dizzie and Kira stood nearby.
“Help!” Chev screamed to them. “Heeelp!”
“You know, I think he enjoys this,” Dakota said to Kira.
Kira stuck her hands in her pockets. “…yeah. Let’s go set up.”