Peter let himself into June's house and made his way up the three storeys to Neal's apartment, carrying the obligatory bottle of wine and case of beer. He'd splashed out a little more than usual on the wine as he was in fact crashing Neal's weekend. With El out of state on last minute business and baseball season finished he figured that he could spend some quality time with the kid, something they hadn't found much time to do since Neal's return from the island, what with his reassignment and then Ellen's tragic death.
As he reached the landing Peter could hear what sounded to be raucous music coming from the other side of the door. Curiously he tried the handle, not feeling guilty as clearly Neal or whoever was playing the music wasn't gonna hear a knock. The door was unlocked and Peter stuck his head in to witness an unlikely scene.
In the middle of the room Neal was enthusiastically bouncing up and down playing an imaginary guitar, tousled hair flopping comically as he energetically pogoed around the table.
"...and the public gets what the public wants, but I want nothing this society's got, I'm going underground, well the... Peter!" Neal stopped mid strum as he bounced around to find Peter standing in the doorway, gawking at him. Hurriedly he walked over to the stereo and turned down the volume before looking sheepishly back towards his baffled partner.
"Hi, I, er, I wasn't expecting anyone..."
Peter stepped forward, a grin spreading across his face as the younger man ran his hands through his hair in a rather self conscious fashion, looking younger and more innocent than the suave con man he usually embodied.
"So, The Jam huh? Never had you pegged as a rocker."
"Mod," corrected Neal, flashing his usual grin, "Moz really got into the whole mod thing, even had a Lambretta. I guess some of it rubbed off..."
"Mozzie. Mod. Right. And here was me thinking you just listened to classical and jazz... You know I saw Paul Weller once. Nice guy."
"You met Paul Weller? I'm surprised you even know who he is!"
"I could say the same about you kid, it was a little before your time..."
Mozzie could hear the music clearly from the second landing. Good, that meant Neal was in a good mood, about time the kid found a reason to be cheerful. Letting himself in, Moz turned to find himself the witness to the unlikely scene of Neal and Peter duetting on air guitar - though on closer inspection Peter appeared to be on air bass - the pair of them shouting raucously along to what appeared to be The Jam's greatest hits. Shrugging, Moz walked over to the counter and poured himself some of the Pinot Noir that was open on the side. Taking a long draught, he carefully put the glass down next to the several empty beer bottles before joining the two guitarists just in time to give a spectacular air drum solo.
