Madeleine puts on a dressinggown and throws a shoe at Jason to wake him up.

Madeleine: Well, I don't know what happened, but it's best to be honest with her. Women can spot liars easily.

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Madeleine hands him some.

Madeleine: Yeah man. Frances finest.

Jason then wakes up angrily.

Jason: Who the fuck throws a sho- oh hey Scott, are you alright after last night? I heard everything.

Jason: Scott... dude... if I'm right, this is your first fuck up with her. She's not going to leave you after one little mistake. She'll try and change you, don't get me wrong, and she might be a bit pissed for a while, but she won't leave you.

He pats Scott on the shoulder as he gets up.

Jason: Now, I'm going back to sleep.

Madeleine walks into the coach staggering and with a beer bottle in her hand.

Madeleine: Merde... je pense que je suis sur le point de vomir partout dans cet endroit...

She then goes to the toilet to throw up, before returning.

Layla was still laying down, asleep. She turned over and laid on her side as some of her hair fell onto her face.

Seeing Layla still asleep, Jason chuckles contently and lays some breakfast beside where she is laying. He then sits back on the bed and finishes dressing himself. He kisses her on the head lightly and goes back into the kitchen.

Jason: Morning Katie! Good night?

After a few minutes, Layla woke up and smelled the food beside her. She smiled and started eating it.

Gia was still sleeping. She was completely knocked out.

Tripping the night before had caused them to rest up rather well. Johnny had risen already and had prepared himself a cup of coffee. He stepped off the bus with it, his guitar, and a folding chair in hand. Sitting down he'd sigh and take a drink of the coffee eventually being joined by Joe who also had his acoustic in hand. They'd clink their coffee cups together and nod at each other. Then began tinkering around on their guitars together while speaking.

Johnny: Morning sir....

Joe: Morning my friend. How bout me and you lay down something a bit more pleasant's for the ears for a fellow tour mates this morning?

Johnny: A bit more technical than grindcore I'm thinking.

Joe: Oh yes.....

Johnny would begin to lay down some jazzy harmonics with a little percussive strumming in the mix watching Joe closely to make sure he was honed in on what he was putting together. Joe joined in with some finger work on the lower strings to compliment Johnny's high harmonics and percussive finger picks. They would begin to blend together playing off of each other in a beautiful progressive jazz type piece that had Johnny slapping the neck and throwing in some more percussive beats as they played together. The rhythmic beats of the strings and quick flowing harmonies of the two guitars filled the air around them while they nodded at each other grinning while they played. Getting good vibes off of each other since they knew their impromptu little jam session was turning into something better. Clyde came out with a camera holding it to record the proceedings while Mack whistled encouragement at them.

Mack: Yeah guys, that's some gold stuff right there! Beautiful.....

Clyde: Just shut up and watch the magic. Sometimes I wonder if they even need us, haha.

Johnny would keep slapping on the neck of his guitar while he continued playing and throwing in those harmonic grooves. Joe stayed behind him tapping his foot laying down some more finger work to accent Johnny's percussive chord rhythms as they smirked at each other nodding their heads respectively to the beat. Enjoying themselves and soon find that they both had their eyes closed as they got a bit lost in the music they were playing. Mack lights up a joint to further enhance the sound by the way of drugs and passes it to Clyde who hits it then passes it back.

Mack: Magic, just fucking magic. That's all I can call it.
(OOC: It'd sound like....

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Scott H stirs on the bus and finally wakes up. He rolls over to find no Gia there beside him. yup...must have dreamt that she came back after all. he sighs to himself. He had hoped that it really happened.

Scott reaches for his phone, hoping to see a message from Gia, but it's blank. Disappointed, he turns onto his stomach and just lies there for a while without moving.