Yeeeeaahhhh Rock ON! (Slate tags Holly, any)

[Slate Cummings]

Slate didn't want to leave Holly on Saturday night but after getting a call that his grandmother had fallen down a flight of stairs and was rushed to the hospital, he knew he needed to be with the family.

When he got home, he was greeted by two siblings both in tears, that was something that always tugged at him. He hated seeing his brother and sister crying for any reason and this time it was something beyond his control.

The three fell asleep on the sofa Saturday night. When he work up on Sunday, there was good news. Grandma wasn't too badly hurt, bruises here and there and a broken wrist but that was it. Slate grabbed his phone and texted Holly. 'Sry about last night. M3t me @ arcade in an hour. S'. He quickly ate something for his brunch, showered and dressed in a Voltron t shirt, ripped jeans and his battered tennis shoes. He drove to the arcade and entered.

She hadn't shown up yet so he wandered a bit enjoying the fact they had a lot of the old school games. Then out of the corner of his eye he saw it.

A guitar!

Drums!

They had Rock Band!! He was elated!! He dug out his wallet grabbed a couple dollars to get tokens.

He put them in the slot and made his band insturment of choice, being the drums. The game started with 'Proud Mary' by Tina Turner.

It started easy but once the tempo picked up it became more difficult but he kept up completing the level! He twirled one of the drumsticks in his hand let out a howl then did the whole Gene Simmon's tongue waggle.

He was caught up in his own world unaware there was someone watching him, grinning.

[hollyknowles]

Holly had been concerned when Slate had been forced to leave so quickly the night before. His grandmother had been injured, and Hols hoped that the elderly woman would be alright. She had cleaned up what little leftover mess there was from the movie marathon and headed up to bed.

The next morning, she got up, dressed, and spent the morning getting her hair and nails done while her parents did the church thing. She had managed to weasel her way out of it. She was walking out of the salon when she felt her phone buzz on her hip. Pulling it out, she found that she had an apologetic text from Slate, asking her to meet him at the arcade. The arcade? Ooookay.

Clad in a pair of black linen pants and a dark blue silk blouse, Holly made her way across town to the arcade. It didn't seem horribly crowded at least. It did take her a few moments to locate Slate though, sitting at the drums to the Rock Band set up. She could not help but grin like an idiot as she watched him goof around.

Stepping up behind him, Holly leaned into his ear, whispering. "Careful or I might make you use that tongue on me."

[Slate Cummings]

Slate's ears wiggled slightly. "I didn't know I had an audience." He grinned as he turned around facing her. He reached over and gently held her hand. "I didn't know if you'd even want to see me again after last night," he paused. "I'm glad you did though."

"My grandma is doing ok, just some bruising here and there and a sprained wrist. Its just her being her age any fall is a scary thing." He looked again at her nails then her hair. "Geeze, here I go on and don't even say anything, you look stunning today." There was some hope that she wanted to get her hair and nails done and didn't do it to impress him.

"I am all yours for the day, m'lady what ever you want to do, I am all game for." It was only fair since the boys did lose the badminton game the day before and the agreement was there that the loser would be the slave to the other one. "So what sounds the best to you? We could hang out here at the mall or else we could go back to one of our places, word of warning everyone is at my place right now."