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Addy's face dropped. "Well I feel like a bitch now," she grumbled. She took a breath. "No, it's not like I laid claim to it. I was just trying to get to it because my other one got ruined and I'm still really pissed about that..." she said with a sigh. Great, she couldn't even be all dark and broody anymore. That and this girl was....kinda cute. And fumbling, which was also cute.

"Really, if you want the jacket, you...you can have it. I'll go find another one, I guess. Though, I don't know that duster might look good on you. Like some post-apocalyptic bounty hunter level shit," she said with a shrug; she wasn't really into anything that could spark that kind of reference, but...maybe the girl would look good in it.

"I don't know. I feel like you could pull the jacket off too, but...I'm not going to argue with you," she grinned as she took the jacket, but she did so in such a way that the other girl could have stopped her if she wanted to.

"Really though, you do have the figure for something like this. No need in hiding it under a duster or a fireman's jacket," she smirked lightly, "Unless you really want to."

Addy was honestly still a little sore after that run-in with the Glowstick in an alley a few nights ago. She'd gotten most of the spray paint out of her hair, but ended up losing about two inches. That glowing ***** is gonna pay for that two inches in blood... she found herself thinking. But that wasn't the half of it. While she didn't have any lasting bruises, and the scabs from the paint cans exploding healed pretty quickly...her favorite outfit didn't come out of the scrap. Her jacket, pants, leggings, and even her shoes had been lost to the explosion of color. 

And that's why she was rummaging through a clothing store in the mall. In a bag she already had a new backpack, a bunch of stockings, lace and fishnets, and three identical new pairs of shoes. She was wearing a black hoodie, tight light-blue jeans with chains on them, and a pair of basic black low-tops that she'd gotten for Christmas and hated. She looked through the selection of jackets and grumbled. They didn't have anything like what she wanted, and that was complete and utter "Horse****...." she hissed, moving to look at pants. Maybe those be a better selection here. 

"Of course I'd have to go to five different stores just to find what the **** I wanted," she muttered, slinging a few pairs of leggings over her shoulder, in an array of colors. Then...off on a clearance rack, she saw what she wanted. Acid washed denim, studs and chains...and there was only one. And from the looks of it, it was her size. She walked over, picking up the jean jacket, nodding at the purple flannel lining. "Oh hell yeah..." she breathed, a smile crossing her face for the first time in a few days. 

Addy sat in the chair, now without an instrument, though the guy behind the counter didn't seem to mind Addy playing but not having any money. Then again, maybe her being good helped that out. "Oh that's just a confidence thing," she said with a smile. "Bit of advice, if you don't mind. When doing a cover, especially something with as distinct a sound as Tenacious D, don't worry about trying to sound like the original singer. Lean into it, yeah, but make it your own. Incorporate what makes you, you. You'll sound better, and you'll feel better because you're playing to your own strengths," she said sincerely before cracking a smirk. "I did enjoy watching you dance around like a nut, though," she teased lightly. Though maybe she enjoyed that a little too much.

"Yeah, we're not very big, but we play small events sometimes. I'll forgive you for the whole 'country,' thing because you're a fun person to play with," Addy said, continuing to poke fun, though that comment sounded a little more serious. The gleam in her eyes though, said it was all in jest.

The expression dropped; she'd noticed the discrete shaking but that was because she was used to it by now, and she withdrew a little bit. "Yeah I uh...I do that sometimes..." she said, biting her lip a little. "It only hurts when I want it to though, usually," she covered up her internal turmoil with a sharp voice and a playful wink as she stuffed her hands into her pockets. This was why she normally put up that tough front, it was so much easier when people thought you were cool. But this girl had already seen her open up because of the music, so it was too late to put that wall up. [/font]

It was no secret that school wasn't Addy's thing. Well, she didn't think it was; she'd never really stayed in one long enough to find out. Besides, she was a background vocalist, she didn't need to know what words meant, only the proper pronunciation of them. And in music, even that was flexible sometimes. Looking at you, Pearl Jam.

"No, I am not having 'girl trouble.' I've got it pretty much figured out," she said with a shrug. "Most girls are either scared of me, or they don't like the little sparky thing," she added with a small smile to hide the fact that it really sucked, to be honest. "Only if you paint them black, mint chocolate ice cream, and you can shove the rom coms up your ass." Addy gave a sly smirk at that one; she couldn't be thrown off her game for long. Besides they were reaching their quota on emotional moments for the year, and it was only January.

"Sorry, I'll stop. And maybe I do care too much," she admitted, taking another grease-laden bite of her burger, followed by a sip of lemonade.

"I mean...somebody in this family has to. Nicholas and Clarity sure as hell don't..." Addy made a habit of calling them 'mom' and 'dad'. In her eyes, they hadn't earned that privilege.

"Whatever suits you, I guess," she said with a shrug. And then, she started playing Tenacious ****ing D. She gave a small smirk as she stood up, unhooking her guitar and putting it back on the wall. This girl had found her weakness, and the one thing she would pick up an acoustic for.

At home she picked it out on her electric, but...they were in public and she was going to do this right. She found a black acoustic she liked, and sat back down, this time swallowing her pride and letting her fellow guitarist take the lead.

"I do, actually. The one band I'd touch an acoustic for," she replied. She picked out the same rhythm as the other girl, taking a minute to get used to the feel of the not as badass guitar. "Let's see if I can keep up, shall we?" she said with a smirk, a small glimmer in her eye as she matched the other girl chord for chord.

Addy felt like complete and total crap. She was currently sitting in front of a store front, hugging her knees and letting her chin rest upon them. Her entire body was caked in multicolored spray paint, that was now dried and making her now-ruined clothes really stiff. Her face had dried blood mixed in with the already uncomfortable paint, and her hair was a matted, multicolored mess that clung to her face. She had a small cut on her shoulder that had torn her jacket and her shirt to get to the skin, one on her side, and another on the outside of her right thigh. She looked like she was about to cry, but she sucked it up.  She could do that when she got home. 

Shit. She had to get home. At least she had adequate energy for the walk home now, anyway. That was...something, though nothing could really make this better. Not the way she saw it, anyway. 

Pushing herself to her feet with a groan, she was finding that movement was impeded thanks to the dried paint. That skinny blonde Glowstick sure did a number on her. Here it was, after dark, and Addy was walking down the streets of New York, trying to get home, which thankfully wasn't far. 

However, the paint was making it very hard for her to move, so she was more or less doing a defeated, awkward shuffle down the sidewalk. She needed a shower, a new outfit, a good cry, and somewhere in there she was raiding her parents' booze cabinet.