Daemons! at the Disco update. :D

I might very well be tinhatting daemons now. WTF.

Anyway...

Two months later, they rehearse for the first time with Jon. Spencer makes it through three songs, staring straight ahead, but when he glances over and sees Rosa, Jon's Irish Setter ("Rosey, dude, Rosey"), panting happily at Jon's side, her tail waving in time with the chorus of "But It's Better If You Do". She catches Spencer watching them and smiles brightly at him, her tongue soft and pink.

He finishes the song and leaves the room, ignoring Ryan's protests. He doesn't play again for the rest of the day.

Jon comes into the hotel room later that night, hands shoved in his pockets. He stands at the edge the bed, where Spencer is curled up with Chaz, and says, "You wanna say something to me?" Rosey rests her nose on the mattress, a few inches from Chaz's tail. Chaz narrows her eyes and curls her tail inward, closer to her body.

"No." And he doesn't intend the word to sound hateful, but. He doesn't know what else to say. There's nothing to say. They never thought this would be easy, an instant fix, presto-chango. Jon's amazing, sure, but it's--different. So different. Spencer just doesn't have the fucking words to say any of it.

Jon bites his lip and nods. "Okay. But you'd tell me if you were upset with me, right?"

He finally looks away from a rerun of Scrubs. "Yeah," Spencer replies, and he means it. He hears Rosey make a faint snuffling noise; she's looking up at Jon, her brown eyes wide, and Jon nudges his fingers behind her ears.

"Because--because this?" Jon doesn't motion to anything, doesn't need to. "I want this. But I don't want it if you--if it's not--" Rosey's shivering a little, and it makes Spencer want to reach out and smooth his hand over her muzzle.

"No, yeah, it's fine. Promise. Just." He sits up. "Just ignore me, okay? I'm a fucking bitch sometimes, you should know that by now, or at least Brendon's told you a couple dozen times." He forces a smile, and it's easier than he initially thought it would be. Chaz, who's barely moved a muscle, relaxes against him, sighing as she shuts her eyes and pretends to sleep.

Jon laughs. "I think it was Pete, actually. Brendon thinks you're, like, a rockstar. A sparkly rockstar." His cheeks are a touch pink around the edges, but Rosey is panting and leaning against Jon's hip. They both smile at Spencer, together, and for a second, Spencer's heart tugs.

Chaz sighs again and presses closer to Spencer's side.

♥

Only Stabler can illustrate my pissed-offedness.

akd;skfsdk;f;kf BY CATEGORY, NO LESS. \o/

So anyway, you know what I love? Being stressed out over a wedding that is NOT MY OWN.

Oh hey, let me back up. I'm a bridesmaid in a wedding this Saturday. I am going to be strapped into this dress (in Euro Wine) for--no joke--THE ENTIRE DAY. The wedding doesn't start until 6:30, but the bride wants to start taking pictures at 2:30. The BEST part is that there will only be "heavy appetizers" served at the reception, aka I will not be eating, basically. Which, okay, I am going to be strapped into a corset-like bridesmaid dress that does not prohibit mass amounts of food consumption, but STILL. Evening wedding!! I paid almost $300 for this goddamn dress and you're not giving me a dinner? Jesus H. Christ!

The rehearsal dinner is Thursday night, because the wedding venue isn't available on Friday. They better fucking buy me drinks.

And my BFF, who is singing in the wedding, is not getting to rehearse with the string quartet until an hour before the ceremony. AN HOUR. FOR THE FIRST TIME. Why don't people respect musicians? Seriously.

Ummm, okay. I'm better now. Sort of.

Here, it's Jon Walker's birthday. Stare at him for awhile. :D