As Rob listened to Jane argue with the others about her roommate, he couldn’t help but look out his own window and laugh. Perhaps it wasn’t polite for him to get in on this one (it was already two against one), but Austin had already asked him to be in on the bet days ago. Rob remembered it distinctly: 

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[b]I’m telling you.[/b] 

The words jumped off Rob’s phone through beads of sweat that had poured onto his phone. He was in the middle of a practice session. [b]J’s fucking Lena. Twenty bucks says so.[/b]

Rob couldn’t help but laugh. And he wanted in on it, too. He really did. But after the earlier argument the two had had over the single mastering, he figured it best not to involve himself. 

Well, mostly. 

[b]Going to have to pass. This sounds right up Sam’s alley, though. Plus…yeah. She’s totally fucking her.[/b]

Rob hit send on his phone and smiled, before returning to his session.

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Rob thought about that memory as the car returned to it’s quite state—minus the radio. The thought of Jane and Lena together definitely wasn’t appealing. Plus, one was [i]definitely[/i] hotter than the other. 

Rob jolted slightly when he felt Jane nudge him. He had always been jumpy, but Jane had been doing this recently. Like a week ago, when she had put a hand on his shoulder, and left it there—


“Are you fucking stoked, or what?” She had asked. Suddenly the past few moments caught up the Rob. He gave Jane a smile as he took the joint from her fingers a took a considerable hit, before offering it to the other two band-members. He kept the cigarette she offered him for later.

“Have you [i]heard[/i] me play high?” Sam said. When Rob looked to Austin, he merely shook his head. 

“Whatever,” Rob said, before taking another hit. 

He turned his attention back to Jane; her unkempt hair blowing in the wind. He hadn’t noticed it before. Funny, how he hadn’t. 

“Yeah, I’m starving,” he said, as-a-matter-of-factly. “Plus—“

Rob reached down to Jane’s feet, picking up her cell phone. He checked the time, but noticed a considerable number of voicemails from Lena.

“—We’ve got a few hours.”

He tossed the phone into Jane’s lap, by her purse, before looking back out the window. As they crossed the Arizona state line, a song from Rob’s driving playlist started up: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=df1A5liUBuU]Regular John - Queens of the Stone Age.[/url]

Rob nodded his head to the beat, tapping his upper legs with his hands, kicking the floorboards as a bass petal, mimicking the drum beat. His long hair slid out from his hoodie and poked at his eyes. [i]Maybe growing this shit out isn’t worth it…[/i]

“I swear, if we eat fucking Taco Bell [i]again…[/i]” he said absentmindedly. He knew Sam’s penchant for burritos. He was not about to do that to intestines before a show. Not again.