A Little Bit of Risky Business [Active]

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Character(s): Wolf, Genie, anyone else who loves the rock
Content: Genie lends Wolf some of his music with a cd player
Setting: Iriela Apartments
Time: Mid Afternoon
Warnings: Really Silly


Wolf walked down the steps of the apartment complex, holding a glass of water in his hand. He just got done carrying the last pieces of furniture into his room. Sighing, he worked up quite a sweat and his muscles ached. Wolf wore his tank top and jeans with his tail let loose, but he swears if he saw a girl he’d probably would have to fetch some deodorant.

Leaning against the wall of the building, Wolf drank the cup and sighed in relief. Once he’s done getting everything else like the non-heavy stuff like clothes inside he’s pretty much done. That reminded him, that Genie guy told him he might lend him some music. He should probably hang around while he’s outside to see if he comes by. Besides, he’s gotta relax sometime. He’s has been doing a lot of moving this week, both with his place and Lottie’s home.

Wolf found a near by bench and sat in it. He stretched himself out and started hum the theme of what Virginia use to sing “We Will Sheer You”, although it was suppose to be “We Will Rock You”, but that was the only version he knew off hand.

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One didn’t have to be over sixty thousand years old to truly appreciate the outstanding sound and adroit line-up that made Queen. Although, he supposed it did help in certain aspects. He smiled at Wolf and shrugged modestly. “Oh, I only really know the hits and big names. I’m sure you could find a Rolling Stone Magazine just as useful. They’ve got the top singers, guitarists, albums, everything and anything you could think of listed in them. Unfortunately they don’t sell them here but I do have a subscription. If you’d like, I could always let you borrow issues. I have way too many as it is. I’m thinking I make a collage out of them at some point but…” But he was rambling again. Oops. Genie quickly turned his attention back to Wolf and smiled apologetically.

At Wolf’s idea of starting a band, the genie raised his brows with interest. “Intriguing.” He said, stroking his chin in thought. “We’ll need costumes. Bright, flashy, fabulous costumes! And smoke, and fire, and high heeled boots!” The idea excited him. Poor Wolf had probably gotten himself in deeper than he had imagined. “I can see it now! We’ll post auditions at the local supermarket – not that we can’t be a two man band. There are plenty out there! The White Stripes, the Black Keys, Flight of the Concords...”