"Anyone got some brain killers?"
"Shut up, Phe. It's your own damn fault that you got him pissed off."
"Well, Monkey-boy, looks like he's got you twisted around his little finger..."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Phoenix looked Mike over for a moment, keeping the ice pack firmly over the side of his face.
"What it means is that you're fucking defending him, no matter what he does. He jumps me, beats the hell out of me, and you blame me for it. He's not mommy's little angel for fucks sake..."
"Yeah, well you just remember that the next time you decide to call him Diva, okay?"
"It's not like he isn't though!"
Mike waggled his finger over his lips, signaling for Phe to drop his voice.
"I know, believe me, I know. But we're just going to have to live with it. Everyone is stressed right now, and if I could have it any simpler, I would, but it looks like things aren't going to be that easy."
Joe rolled out of his bunk, his socked feet padding quietly on the floor until he reached the lounge, plopping down by Phoenix. He did this often enough, couldn't sleep, or someone making too much noise for the light sleeper. He grumbled under his breath, looking back out the door towards where he had come.
"Too loud...he knows it...stupid fucking CD player..."
Just as soon as he had said it, he tipped over, his head landing on the armrest of the couch as he began to snore lightly.
"Well, that was interesting...Who's he talking about?"
"Chester...He's been in his bunk listening to Savage Garden all night. If I didn't know better, I'd say that he's starting to warm up to them again, that is, if he hated them at all."
"When are we meeting them?"
"Tomorrow...the first show is in two days. Hope we can get it all settled..."
*Meanwhile, in Chester's bunk...
'I never thought I'd change my opinion again, but you moved me in a way that I'd never known...'
