"Yeah man, I learned l-like, Song of Storms and Gerudo Valley. I-I was working like on, some Final Fantasy stuff t-too.. you know I'd love a vidya jam night," she agreed quickly, slurping at the coke for a moment before straightening up a bit. "We should do an all video game EP man!"

When he mentioned showing her everything, she nodded enthusiastically. She had never been much of a lyricist, though she was learning to let herself sing loads more. She guessed she wasn't as bad as she always assumed, none of their bandmates had taken off running from hearing her yet. "W-What lyrics are you stuck on? Like, w-what's the song about?" she asked.

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"Hell yeah, that's be some sweet fuckin jams," he grinned at her enthusiasm. "A ton of video game jams and we could write a few new songs, all inspired by our favorites," he winked.

"Like..." he wasn't exactly sure how to put it. It had been a long time since he had even spoken about it. His best friend was in New York and sure he could talk to her about it but it wasn't the same. "I been... I been tryin' to write a song for Felix," he said quietly.

Everyone had known his brother, he was the kid that was hard to miss on campus but only one person outside the family really knew what had happened to him. "Here, lemme show you," he picked up his guitar and started strumming. He only played the a few lines that he intended to make the chorus. It was almost haunting in it's strange beauty. He stopped and smiled. "I don't want it to be cheesy though."

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Tatum had definitely been pumped up for the idea of a video game style EP, and she had nodded in agreement with Sam's ideas, only going a bit somber again when the boy mentioned Felix. She knew Sam didn't really talk much about him anymore, in the same way she guessed that she rarely spoke about her mother, but she also knew from experience that it didn't mean he wasn't hurting.

If there was one thing Tatum could agree with, it was that holding in big bad things were never good or easy. The shitstorm with Mack was enough to show that.

She scooted back to give him room to play, listening attentively and actually finding her eyes starting to well up. She wasn't sure if it was her own residual upset, or a whole new batch. Either way, the haunting tune just made her feel sad all over again.

"S-Sorry," she managed, trying to smile weakly and quickly swiping at her wet eyes with her hands. "It was r-really beautiful, I just.. I dunno," she trailed off. She wanted to add sad to beautiful but wasn't sure it was the right thing to say. She was always saying the wrong thing.

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Sam looked into the fire. "Thanks," he said softly. "I'm sure it will come to me some time," he nodded.

He couldn't take much more of this sad business anyways and easily started playing a pluckier tune. "This I was thinkin' could be a tribute to the good ole south," he grinned.

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"It u-usually does," she assured him, equally soft and with her eyes on the fire as well. Her index finger absently traced the top of her soda. "You'll get it, you're the.. t-the best like, song writer I know."

When he began to play something more cheerful, Tatum could feel some of the upset that had been weighing in again beginning to lift off. She still wasn't quite sober, but she supposed she was getting there and she took another sip of cherry coke. Smiling at him a little from behind the can, she raised her eyebrows a bit. "That must be a southern jam cause we don't got music like that up north," she joked, nudging him.

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It was really nice to hear that's how Tatum felt, he just smiled at her and nodded. Letting himself think that the redness in his cheeks was just from the fire.

He laughed. "Well dang, what the hell do you have up north?" he teased, really letting into his creole accent. "This is the type 'a music my dad listens to when we're fixin' ta work in the garage," he smirked.

"We should call it somethin' like Ole Smokey," he grinned.

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Tatum laughed at his accent, downing the remainder of her can of coke to stifle off her giggles. She almost spit her drink out when she heard when he said next, just snorting instead.

"Y-You're going to make a song called Ole Smokey and it's not about m-me?" she joked, clearing her throat and still giggling a bit. Some of the other people around the fire were looking their way, but she found that she didn't care. She was with Sam, and if anyone said anything, he would say something right back. It made her feel safe, something she hadn't really felt since getting to the party that night.

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"I aint makin it about you cause you aint old," he grinned. "If I were gonna make a song about ya it would be something... less jangly," he laughed.

Sam was completely oblivious to anyone looking at but if they opened their mouths he would tell them off for sure. No one messed with his friends. He gave her a little nudge and grinned mischievously and began to play a new song. It was more gentle; soft and sweet but not too corny. It didn't sound like a love ballad, but something more... appreciative. "Like that," he said as the line came to an end.

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Tatum listened closely, leaning moreso against him as he played. By the time he finished, her head had begun to droop, almost reaching his shoulder. She straightened up a bit as he spoke again. She smiled lazily. "I like it, it's way less.. twangy. I think I'm more of like a.. I-I dunno, what that was. Like a jaunty little tune," she suggested, giggling a bit.

"Now I have to play y-you though, I'm gunna.. g-gunna go home and write it, and then you'll be like, whoa Tatum, that was r-really awesome, and I'll be like, I know.. of course," she went on, cracking a little wider smile.

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