[i]Where's Brendon?[/i] Ryan had been wondering the same thing. He, Jon, and Spencer had crammed themselves into one of the cabin's little rooms, weirdly spatious without the fourth (and most noteworthy) band member. The goal was to actually make some music without getting too stoned first to either record it all or at least write down their progress, which, truthfully, happened far more often than not. They were absolutely productive - every day, without fail, they did something to further their own skills or add on to ideas for the album, but the issue was that they either didn't remember or couldn't quite recreate the success they had the first time around. So the solution was to bring out the pipes [i]afterward[/i], y'know, to preserve at least some of the work they used all their energy on. Anyway, that clearly brought out another issue: Brendon didn't really get out of bed unless weed was promised.

Spencer was the first awake, then Ryan, then Jon, all waking the other up, and Ryan could have sworn he'd tried already to get Brendon up. They started jotting down ideas without him under the assumption that he was just recalibrating to the waking world, but after an hour had passed, then an hour and a half, it was pretty obvious Brendon had fallen back asleep. And, yeah, maybe it was Ryan's job to try again with him, but Brendon was kind of his favorite and he deserved the rest if he really wanted it that bad, so when he was told by a stern Spencer to go wake him up, he instead sort of wandered around aimlessly to look like he'd gone to complete said task. Maybe that wasn't exactly helpful, 'cause it could make Brendon look worse in the process, but hey. When Ryan glanced in, he seemed so peaceful that it seemed wrong to make him get up - especially when he'd likely have no problem with immediately successfully performing whatever they came up with, when it came down to bringing everything together. Ryan was very familiar with their process, and typically, Brendon was the one who tied all the ends together.

[b]"Umm,"[/b] Ryan started, trying to look at least a little innocent, and Spencer studied him carefully while Jon was off in his own world, head tipped back with a notepad over his bass's neck. Clearly he had already guessed Ryan had mercy on Brendon. [b]"Probably fell back asleep. He's always up 'til two, you know."[/b] Jon was more in tune to his surroundings than it seemed, chipping in a second later. [i]Pretty sure it was four last night. Did someone give him coffee?[/i] Yeah, and though it was wisely decaf, Ryan had for sure put too much sugary bullshit into it. Brendon had some sort of puppydog eyes superpower that made people want to give him the world, though, so Ryan wasn't taking the blame for this one. [b]"Don't think so. I'll wake him."[/b] He was already shoving aside all of the papers strewn about around him and the guitar from his lap while Spencer made one last slightly annoyed comment - [i]make sure he gets up this time[/i] - and Ryan rolled his neck back, a nonverbal 'yeah, yeah.' So he definitely wasn't gonna get away with letting Brendon sleep past noon.

Despite that, Ryan wasted time as much as possible getting to him, trailing aside to the kitchen and grabbing him a water bottle from the fridge and an apple from the counter - no, wait, a muffin, right. He got to Brendon's room and hovered in the doorway, watching the light stream in and dust floating amongst it, then Brendon asleep, clearly having overheated during the night considering his blankets were all kicked away. Ryan pursed his lips, a weight on his chest he couldn't quite discern, before approaching slowly. [b]"Brendon,"[/b] he whispered, meticulous in keeping his voice as nondisruptive as possible, but that probably wouldn't do him very well with the whole 'waking up' thing. He tried again, crouching beside the bed and placing the water bottle on Brendon's nightstand, resting his newly free hand over Brendon's temple gently. [b]"Bren, hey, wake up. Check it out, I got you breakfast."[/b] Ryan held the muffin up in front of his face, smiling warmly. [b]"We gotta practice. If you don't wake up, [i]Spencer[/i]'s gonna come in here."[/b] If nothing else, that was scary enough to get him going.