[b]"So, remind me again why you hurried my ass up all morning?"[/b]

[I]"Hey, don't shoot me because I'm sticking to schedule. The bus is late."[/i]

Harper puffed out her cheeks and sat down on her case. For a moment, she was silent - which was undoubtedly always a bad thing. Silence meant thinking, and thinking as far as Harper was concerned, normally resulted in some kinda' sassy sarcasm. Mornings were not a time of day that the guitarist embraced. Oooh no. Perhaps if they started later on in the day, she'd be able to get on board with them. Unfortunately, that wasn't an option. "We're stupidly early Bodie, and I'm holding you responsible for that."

Now Bodie was the drummer. He was a year older than Harper, but the pair had grown up in the same neighbourhood. They bounced off one another in a sibling style fashion, and all in all, it was a pleasing dynamic. That said, their personalities were somewhat opposite. Harper winged eyerything, especially when it came down to sticking to schedules. Bodie however, liked a rigid routine and tried in vein to keep Harper and the rest of the band on task. Not an easy feat for a mere mortal. 

"We are not early, we are on time.." 

"Well, where is everybody else?" The blonde took a sarcastic look about, before rolling her eyes, "Oh yeah - that's right, we're early!" 

Bodie shook his head and straightened out his rather crumpled black t-shirt. The dude was all muscle and ink, and most girls fawned over him. Gooey eyed fangirl. That was Bodie's forte. 

"Harper, one day you'll thank me." He shook his head, "You're so ungrateful."

A laugh escaped his companion as she cocked her head to the side, "Ah, now you're sounding like my Mother." And with a smirk, Harper rose to her feet and poked her buddy on the nose. "Now, where is Ryan?" 

Harper was rocking a pair of black skinny jeans that were ripped a little at the thigh. They clung to her slender hips like a second skin. A red long sleeved t-shirt stopped just above her waistband - showcasing a trail of tiny black stars that dotted her hipbones. Her unruly blonde curls hung about her shoulders, and a pair of leopard print Vans completed the look. The guitarist had always had a beachy sorta' appeal. 

"No idea." Bodie shrugged as he retrieved his iPhone from his back pocket. "I'm sure your lover-boy will be here soon.." 

Of course the drummer was merely teasing. It was no secret that Harper and Ryan were close. They were usually holding hands when drunk, or just goofing around together. It was the rapport that they'd always had, and it wasn't about to change anytime soon. 

"It's too early for bitching, Bo." Harper waggled her finger in a playful manner, "But, more importantly - where can we get a coffee around here?"