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[lastgunslinger]

Roland puts My Feet Are Smiling in the CD/DVD player and turns to Alain.

"He's good, aye. You'll see." Pause. "Never heard anyone play that fast."

He settles in his chair.

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Alain listens, and his eyebrows rise.

"Nor I."

It's approving.

[lastgunslinger]

And Roland smiles, a little, and listens.

It's not like the other one. Faster, and it sounds as though he's playing in front of a crowd. But Roland likes it more. Not as...odd.

He begins to roll himself a cigarette.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

They listen in silence, for a while. A second song, and into a third.

Eventually, "Talked to Zoe, the other day."

[lastgunslinger]

Eyebrows raised; twirling finger -- say on.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

"She told me of the dream. I didn't tell her Kaylee'd told me too -- wasn't sure how much of a confidence that was meant to be. She says it was a dirty trick, but that she understands playing a dirty trick for a good end."

Alain and Zoe got along. She thinks something like a gunslinger.

He meets Roland's eyes. "She said she wanted to go to war."

Pause.

"I asked her the first two questions. She said yes to the first. The second... she said she wasn't sure she knew us well enough yet, but she'd like to. Was interested in a demonstration."

[lastgunslinger]

They always are.

Roland nods.

"She say when she wanted to see it?"

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He shakes his head.

"I thought we might take the chance for them to show us what they have, too. No, no date set, but soon would be best, I wot."

[lastgunslinger]

"I'll bring it up to sai Reynolds when I see him next."

Soon. Yes.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain nods.

The music shifts to a fourth song.