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"Coffee sounds good right about now," Valerie said, nodding. "I'm going to need a jumpstart for today." As if to support her statement, she yawned, and covered her mouth with her hand.

"Not that I remember," Neeley answered dryly. "I don't need any aspirin, it's just a little headache. And sue me, I had two beers, sheesh." He opened the cabinet. "Ooh, I love Fruity Pebbels." He clapped once and grabbed the box.

((Aikawa, I know you mean the best, but I have a problem where if somebody keeps on telling me something, it makes me not want to do what they are asking. I try my best with grammar and I'm just not that good with it, so please allow me to find my own mistakes and correct them, that will be how I learn. Thanks for the help, but I need to learn on my own.))

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Tara nodded and yawned, getting the coffee beans out of the cabinet. "Sugar, milk?" she asked, staring into the fridge as though it held the answers to the mysteries of the universe.

"Ah, no thank you," Valerie said, shaking her head politely. "I just drink it black. I need pure caffeine to be able to put up with idiots all day, every day, and I've just gotten used to it."

"Oh, okay," Tara shrugged, getting the milk from the fridge and the sugar from the cabinet. She placed both on the counter and waited for the coffee to finish.

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"I'm going to make some tea," he said, grabbing the tea kettle from a cabinet. He filled it with water and placed it on the stove, turning the stove to high. He then took the box of Fruity Pebbles and went to the fridge to get some milk.

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"Oh, right! Neely, you have an interview today about the tour. I'm counting on you to keep everyone in line and make sure they don't screw it up," Valerie said, looking pointedly at the band member. "We're going to have it when we get to the Hilton tonight. Am I right, Tara?"

"Huh?" Tara asked, as she had been concentrating on her cereal from the moment that Neely was mentioned, "Oh, yeah. Hotel tonight. Are we just rooming couples?"

"I'm... not sure. I don't want anything happening, if you know what I mean. And besides, Neely would be left out. He's the only one here who's not going to get any," Valerie laughed. "How many rooms did you get?"

"I got four," Tara shrugged, "I thought the whole point of stopping at hotels was to ensure that no fucking would occur on buses, since...you know, four people in that bus and stuff. But if you have an alternative, by all means share it."

"... Just, I don't want any fucking at all," Valerie sighed, rubbing her temples. "My idea is that we lock them each in a separate closet and then not let them out until practice or show. And then they can go back to their little closet. With no phones, because I'm sure they'd be creative enough to try it that way."

Tara was silent, then sighed dejectedly, "...We obviously have different priorities here." She gave Valerie a meaningful look, then continued, "Well, do you want to go by band and divide it from there? We'll be meeting up with Angus there, so he could room with Neels or something."

((I promised Chibitan that I'd make her a character for Neely, sooo...>.> Yeah. Angus. ;D))

"... All right, that sounds fine." Valerie nodded. "Wait--there's only one bed per room, right?"

"Yeah, queen size," Tara shrugged again, "I figured that nobody would mind." she shot another pointed look at Valerie, then kept eating her cereal.

"Oh, I don't mind at all, Tara. I'm looking forward to it, in fact." She then pulled out her cell phone. "I'll text them so they know what's up, okay? Or do you want to?"

"You better fucking be looking foward to it," Tara muttered under her breath, taking out her phone. In her regular voice, she added, "Yeah, I'll text my band if you text yours."

"... I'll text Parker, just in case those two decided to engage in certain interactions," Valerie decided, chewing on her bottom lip. "Actually, I'll just call him." She found Parker's number in her contacts list, and pressed the dial button on her phone.

Parker jumped, hearing his phone ring right by his ear where he left it last night. Sighing, he grabbed the phone and answered it quickly, still half asleep, "Who is it?"

"Your manager." Valerie rolled her eyes. "Are you guys still asleep? It's like, what, ten in the morning? Oh well--I didn't call to nag you. I'm just calling to alert you of the situation. We're staying at a Hilton somewhere around here tonight, and you'll have an interview about the tour. No implying that you all experiencing intercourse, by the way. And for the rooming assignments, you'll be sharing one bed with Kai, but I'm guessing you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind sharing a bed with Kai. I'll be sure to screw him and make him moan my name loudly. And then reporter will hear and she can put that Kai and Parker are fucking roughly behind the scenes in her article," Parker grumbled sarcastically. "This information will register later. For right now, I'm going back to bed. It's early. And I'm tired. And everyone else is still asleep. Good night." With that, he closed his phone, threw it somewhere, and tried to go back to sleep.

"How'd it go?" Tara asked, finishing up the last of the texts for her band and turning back to her soggy cereal, "Parker didn't threaten you, did he?" she laughed.

"He said that he and Kai were going to do it roughly and loudly so the reporter could hear, and then it would be in her article about the tour," Valerie informed the other, snapping her phone closed. "And then he said he was going back to sleep and hung up. Nothing I didn't expect, to be honest."

"Well, as long as there's no death threats, I'm fine." Tara chuckled, staring at her phone as if willing Kai to reply to her strongly-worded text message.