Teddy doesn't quite follow that all the way to the being told about marijuana legalization part, but it's fine; they're distracted by laughing at hypocritical cops. "Of course you fuckin' did. Jesus. Real subtle." They roll their eyes. "I feel like half of cops are just the guys from high school who fucked with anyone half interesting, because they don't know what to do with themselves when they get out of school and find out you can't just get paid to do that in most other jobs, and they can pass the physical."
It's a respectable job, and a better alternative to some others, but even in places as half-step-from-desperation as the places Teddy grew up in, and as many chances as she had to not be both as privileged and lucky as she is, she's pretty sure she could never be a police officer. Not for fucking long, anyway.
Teddy laughs, lifting their eyebrows. There were some places they played at 18 where they had to get big sharpie x's on their hands just entering; the idea of someone serving alcohol at 17 is pretty insane. They have no idea whether that's an Indiana thing or an 80s thing: both seem possible.
She grins when Eddie picks up the Superstrat, both glad to be right and genuinely pleased to see what he does. The grin relaxes into something like impressed delight, nodding along as Eddie starts with a blues progression and kicks the performance up a notch.
(If Eddie had his own character sheet, they're pretty sure they'd be able to SEE the Charisma stat spin up a few numbers.)
They almost jump a little when he gestures them up. "Helps to have absolutely no limits but my imagination," Teddy smirks to hide that they're pleased by the remark. It's a very subjective thing, but it does bode well for them playing together that the things they like in guitars are things he likes too. "It'd be my honor." They do a little flourish at him and head over, frowning at the guitars in a half second of indecision -- this or that? -- and goes for the 12 string; almost checks the tuning before realizing they don't imagine their guitars out of tune so it never ends up being a problem.
Teddy picks up the chord progression Eddie was riffing through after listening for a moment, taking the role of rhythm at first. She adds a little oomph with the strum pattern to give him a foundation to riff around, picking a few walking notes between chords to add a little syncopation and take advantage of the paired strings.
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It's a respectable job, and a better alternative to some others, but even in places as half-step-from-desperation as the places Teddy grew up in, and as many chances as she had to not be both as privileged and lucky as she is, she's pretty sure she could never be a police officer. Not for fucking long, anyway.
Teddy laughs, lifting their eyebrows. There were some places they played at 18 where they had to get big sharpie x's on their hands just entering; the idea of someone serving alcohol at 17 is pretty insane. They have no idea whether that's an Indiana thing or an 80s thing: both seem possible.
She grins when Eddie picks up the Superstrat, both glad to be right and genuinely pleased to see what he does. The grin relaxes into something like impressed delight, nodding along as Eddie starts with a blues progression and kicks the performance up a notch.
(If Eddie had his own character sheet, they're pretty sure they'd be able to SEE the Charisma stat spin up a few numbers.)
They almost jump a little when he gestures them up.
"Helps to have absolutely no limits but my imagination," Teddy smirks to hide that they're pleased by the remark. It's a very subjective thing, but it does bode well for them playing together that the things they like in guitars are things he likes too. "It'd be my honor." They do a little flourish at him and head over, frowning at the guitars in a half second of indecision -- this or that? -- and goes for the 12 string; almost checks the tuning before realizing they don't imagine their guitars out of tune so it never ends up being a problem.
Teddy picks up the chord progression Eddie was riffing through after listening for a moment, taking the role of rhythm at first. She adds a little oomph with the strum pattern to give him a foundation to riff around, picking a few walking notes between chords to add a little syncopation and take advantage of the paired strings.