Lydia sits on the couch as amy speaks to the band. She half listens since she's more of a hired gun than a member of the band. Mostly she pays attention to the dynamics of Amy and everyone else. Its vastly different than the weird sorority house thing the harlots have going on. Not better or worse,just different. She perks up when she hears the night shift is on."Recording... At night." Lydia quips,putting special emphasis on at night. she wasn't above a SpongeBob line.

Lydia says little else as the band says their goodbyes. Its never been brought up,and everyone has been sweet,but Lydia didn't want to seem like she was trying to worm her way into the band. This thought quickly vanishes when she feels Amy's hands on her shoulders. It was hard not be starstruck when Amy Meyer is RIGHT THERE. Lydia deeply blushes,looking slightly Christmas themed against her green hair. Lydia playfully leans her head against Amy's arms." I hope I have the energy. This Amy lady is a real hard ass. My fingers have been worn down to nubs. Nubs!" Lydia giggles, holding up her fretting hand and wiggling her bent fingers.

"a..a..monster?!... " Lydia says in her best 1950's b movie delivery. "Would." She adds quickly,now extending her fingers to lock with Amy's. The delicate touch of Amy making Lydia swoon slightly. After The departure of the rest of the group, Lydia felt far more comfortable being her silly self and showing affection towards Amy.things were new and she wasn't exactly sure how much was too much in front of the other musicians. Lydia had fallen right into place with the anarchist commune that was the Hess clan. Which meant lackadaisical approach to any internal work and a near fanatical professionalism when doing work for people outside the group."yup, totally useless now. You'll have to take me behind behind the shed and put me down like an old racehorse." Lydia jokes, making her hand as if she is holding a pistol and then pretending to shoot. Lydia lightly squeezes Amy's hand before speaking. "You really sang your ass off today. Someone worth a damn should buy you a drink." Lydia offers,with the nod towards graffiti covered vending machine whirring away outside the studio door.

"I don't know who would avenge my death first,Erica or karoliena." Lydia laughs, enjoying the warm feel of Amy's hand in hers. With the departure of Lydia to join Amy,karoliena had been filling in on bass...and was being charmingly cranky about it. Lydia hops up off the couch, giving a little squeak when her feet hit the polished wooden floor. She lets her eyes linger on Amy's butt and keeps looking while she walks to the vending machine." Looks fine to me! Though I'm more of a hands on learner. " Lydia grins, clenching her hands like she's squeezing fruit for ripeness. At the vending machine, Lydia looks over the selection of the frosty items behind the plexiglass. Being in a studio with bored,hungry, or high musicians,the machine's selection was very picked over. The clanking of the bottle falling announces her success in hunting. Lydia comes up behind Amy and briefly places the icy can against her bare neck. "All they had was root beer." She explains and then kisses the cold spot on Amy's neck." It's cold though and I'm fairly sure the bulldog on the can has a big booty." She grins plafully.

"it's just good marketing, Amy" Lydia says with a giggle dramatically checking the room for spies since she was about to tell tales out of school. "Karoliena is waaay more cuddly than you would think. She gave me a Muffin basket when I joined the harlots. Probably because she didn't have to play bass for them anymore."Lydia grins at Amy, thoroughly enjoying being whisked off for studio work and knowing nobody will say shit. It was work on amy Meyer's solo stuff. It was like the musical equivalent of finding Wonka's golden ticket. Amy may claim nobody fucks with karoliena or Erica, but Amy's name was as close to musical royalty as it got. Lydia becomes very aware of this when things turn flirty. It was very odd starting a relationship with someone you already kind of know from pop culture at large. "I'm a very good instructor, we'll get that booty in shape through an intense regiment of butt squeezes. As a make believe doctor,I recommend at least one good butt squeeze per hour." She quips in her most official tone. "And my god,we've been here all day. You are sooo behind on your daily recommended amount of butt squeezes."" She jokes before joining Amy on the couch.
Lydia sinks into the couch,sitting so her back is resting more on the arm than the back of the sofa. "Lay against me and I'll rub your shoulders?" Lydia asks sweetly. In spite of the long day, Lydia was still fairly fresh. She just sat on her ass and grooved. The life of a studio bass player! She also wanted to feel Amy against her. She was still on her best behavior since she wasn't sure if a janitor or something could burst into the studio at Any minute.

"oh, you're wanting our rollover butt squeeze plan ." Lydia giggles at Amy and talking in her best mall phone kiosk worker voice. "I really shouldn't be doing this without Manager approval,but I'll bump you up a tier." She winks after looking around conspiratorially. She gives a little shudder when Amy's green eyes meet hers. They were the physical feature of Amy's she loved the most and it was always a thrill to look deep into them. "Our frequent squeezer club membership includes some perks.." Lydia says,with the corners of her lips turning up as she leans forward to press her lips against Amy's.

"But what kind am I?" Lydia quips, the reply being almost an involuntary reaction. Lydia arranges herself better so Amy fits even more snugly against her. Lydias tattooed fingers linger on Amy's neck before moving the bright orange hair aside. She sighs in contentment as she begins to rub Amy's shoulders. The body heat of amy radiates through Lydia as her hands do their work. Being a bass player, Lydia had very strong fingers and gave very relaxing massages . The stress of the day was no match for Lydia. "See? this wasn't just an excuse to press my boobs against your back." Lydia giggles, playfully shimmying her shoulders behind Amy.

lydia's hands slowly raise to cradle amy's face when she feels her softly submit. lydia leans forward to deepen the kiss. turning her head,she tastes the root beer on amy's lips. lyida was a fairly touchy and affectionate person but she was no exhibitionist. so the kiss was more tender than porno. when the kiss breaks and lydia is complimented,she winks and tilts her head. "we make such a cute pair. it would disgust people how cute we are,huh?" lydia asks,scrunching up her face before lightly kissing the tip of amy's nose.

"oh, you want me to have an excuse. you'd never get anything dome if i was constantly.." lydia shimmies her shoulders and jiggling amy vigorously. lydia starts laughing,bouncing amy even more.. regaining her composure,she returns to rubbing amy's shoulders. the more amy speaks ,the more sensual lydia's massage becomes. she slides her hands around to amy's stomach and leans close to amy's ear. "oh we can make it work with you facing this way." lydia whispers in a low and lustful voice before adding. "wild sex in a room full of recording equipment. what could possibly go wrong?" she asks and then gives the skin of amy's neck a peck. she then goes back to massaging amy's shoulders properly. "we'll save those magic spells for our own place. in fact,you probably want to leave the the office after work." lydia giggles. it had been a long day and root beer was not enough to keep one going.