[ Dorian shakes his head, slightly endeared. He stubs his cigarette out on an ashtray before grabbing his (mostly drunk) margarita. He gestures for Misty to follow him as, keys in hand, he walks over to his bedroom. He unlocks his door before gesturing for her to follow.
Dorian's bedroom is a magpie nest. The walls, joints, and floor are all Victorian. But the bed is modern, some of the books are modern, and there's electricity and outlets throughout the room. And, tucked away at the bottom of a bookshelf, is a record player and some records. ]
Sit down on the bed or a chair, [ Dorian explains. ] I'll get things started.
I'm also a horrible hoarder and a terrible magpie so that's a factor as well. [ He sets his glass down on the floor before Dorian starts to rummage through a box of singles. Once he finds what he's looking for, he lets out a small little 'ha!' of happiness before he starts to play the single. And soon, the sound of Adam and the Ants starts to float through Dorian's room. ]
[Pulling her legs up to sit cross-legged on her bed (though she kicks off her Crocs first and goes in just her socks; she's not an animal), Misty drops her chin into her hand, listening to the song with a slight frown on her face. She waits until it's done to say:]
[ Dorian realizes the 'American' thing riiiight after he said Susan Boyle's name. ]
She won a talent competition back home—X Factor, I think? One of those, they're all the same damn show. Dumpy woman, terribly middle of the road, but she had a phenomenal singing voice. And she got famous for singing that song.
You should bother Jonathan Sims in the library once it's all put together again. One, he's a dear friend of mine. Two, he can help you find an album of hers.
[ and three, Dorian idly wonders just how long the 'Misty wants to make friends with everybody that other people like' train will go. ]
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[And she follows, wobbly and happily.]
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Dorian's bedroom is a magpie nest. The walls, joints, and floor are all Victorian. But the bed is modern, some of the books are modern, and there's electricity and outlets throughout the room. And, tucked away at the bottom of a bookshelf, is a record player and some records. ]
Sit down on the bed or a chair, [ Dorian explains. ] I'll get things started.
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You have eclectic tastes! I guess that comes with the... immortal thing.
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There we go. Now that's classic music.
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It's okay...
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[ It is phenomenal, it's not just okay! Dorian looks briefly affronted before he sighs. ]
I don't know why I even bother. You probably think the Phantom of the Opera is the height of romantic literature.
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You know a lot of song names for someone who hates this stuff so much, Dorian.
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[Apparently, Misty was living under a rock.
(And in America, in her defense.) ]
-- Nope, I don't know who that is! I don't think-- I don't think?
[She is also extremely not sober at the moment.]
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She won a talent competition back home—X Factor, I think? One of those, they're all the same damn show. Dumpy woman, terribly middle of the road, but she had a phenomenal singing voice. And she got famous for singing that song.
You should bother Jonathan Sims in the library once it's all put together again. One, he's a dear friend of mine. Two, he can help you find an album of hers.
[ and three, Dorian idly wonders just how long the 'Misty wants to make friends with everybody that other people like' train will go. ]
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Covers are never as good.
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[ fun fact: musicals are a genre that Dorian does not give a damn about. ]
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You don't get it. But-- I do, so you should just listen to my opinion.
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I don't know if your opinion is valid if you thought Adam and the Ants were just okay.
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[That's better than okay, right?]
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