So I still don't own I'm in the Band and its characters, but Roxanne is mine (: some more drama here, so enjoy that ^^

The next evening, they had invited Roxanne over for dinner and to discuss her role in the band. She arrived pretty much on time wearing the same clothes and with her guitar case in hand, wearing a leather biker jacket over her wife beater. She placed the guitar case against one of the walls and turned to the rest of the band. They invited her to sit down so she sat herself between Derek and Tripp who were sat on the large sofa while Burger and Ash sat in the swing chairs. She smiled a little awkwardly, not too sure how this meeting was going to happen and a little anxious to know what they thought about her playing.

"We really liked your playing," Derek said with a wide smile.

"Oh well thank you," Roxanne replied.

"Yeah, and we think you'd be the best person to take the place as our rhythm guitarist," Burger said with a grin.

"Oh wow, really, me?" she said a little flabbergasted.

"Well yeah, you were the best guitarist we saw yesterday," Tripp finally admitted.

"I… I don't really know what to say," she said, almost breathless.

"Say yes?" Derek said with a little grin.

"Yes, I will be Iron Weasel's rhythm guitarist," she said with a bright smile.

"Awesome," Ash finally contributed, "Welcome to Iron Weasel, I'm Ash," he said, matching her bright smile.

"Nice to meet you Ash," she said sweetly, shaking his hand.

"Right, well, we better get you started. Why don't you and I go to the garage and get started," Tripp said with a little smile, leading her out of the living room, through the kitchen and out to the garage.

She grabbed her guitar case on the way out and followed Tripp into the garage. She smiled slightly as she placed the guitar case on the floor. She took off her leather jacket and replaced her guitar with it. She put the strap of her guitar over her shoulder and turned her attention to Tripp with a little smile.

"So, what we gonna learn first?" she asked a little more excited now.

"First of all, I wanna lay down some ground rules," he said, looking at her seriously.

"Okay tenderfoot, what you got?"

"I just wanna make sure that you know you're rhythm guitar, not lead, that's my job, got it?"

"Got it, I play chords, you play solos."

"In one. Also, try not to pander to the band, they're a little stupid some times and going along with their ideas usually gets us into trouble," he said a little sternly.

"Right, I'm pretty sure I can handle a mischievous band," she said with a small chuckle.

"I think we need a restriction on band relationships, nothing further than friends because it could get weird and stressful," he said firmly, knowing too many rock bands that broke up because of a girl.

"Agreed," she said simply with almost a roll of the eyes.

"And finally, you do get creative say in the band," he said with a little smile.

"Awesome, I'm not a bad writer and composer, so I can help a little with that," she said smiling back.

"So what Iron Weasel songs do you know?" he asked, finally getting to the rehearsal part of this meeting.

"Erm… all of them," she said a little sheepishly.

"Oh, right, so you know the chord progressions for all of them?" he asked a little impressed.

"Well, yeah, I know the solos too, but that's your gig," she said with a little smile.

For the hard nosed punk that she looked with her fat lip that was slowly going down and the bruise that was forming under her eye from what was probably a fight from this morning, she was quite the pussy cat. Playing guitar for her was like being scratched under the chin. She positioned her guitar a little more comfortably and Tripp got his from his stand. They began to play a few of Iron Weasel classics, including "Weasel Rock You", "Pull My Finger" and "That's The Weasel Way". She had the skill and the swagger to be in Iron Weasel, that was almost certain, he wouldn't have surprised himself all too much if in a few months he let her have a few solos. He watched her as they played and found himself warming up to her slightly, like an older sister he never had.

"Wow, you can really wail tenderfoot," she said with a little smile as the last chord of "That's The Weasel Way" rang through the garage.

"You're not so bad yourself," he said with a little smile. "Lemme just get the rest of the Weasels," he said, putting his guitar down and going off to get the others.

While Tripp was gone, Roxanne looked around the garage, seeing what was around and how they lived. Placing her guitar down against one of the walls, she began to walk around, seeing if she could find out things about the band she didn't know. She was a big fan of the band and to be a part of it was something that was just amazing for her, she could never imagine this in her wildest dreams. She bit down on her lip slightly, making sure it was the other side to her fat lip as her eyes came across Derek's motorbike. Not only did she know the rule about not touching it, but she was a gear head, someone who wanted to ride it. She jumped slightly as she looked around to see the band coming in through the door.

"Oh, I see you found my bike," Derek said with a small smile, "just don't touch it," he said, dropping his voice and smile slightly.

"I would never touch another man's bike," she said with a little nod, as if it was a secret code for a motorcycle club they were both in.

"Good answer," he said, his smile returning.

"So, I've discovered Roxanne knows pretty much every Iron Weasel song, so we can just sit around and rehearse," Tripp said with a little smile.

"Or we could write something new?" Burger asked, looking towards Derek.

"How about we do both?" Roxanne suggested.

"That's a great suggestion!" Derek cooed slightly.

Roxanne beamed slightly as she picked up her guitar and put it back over her shoulder. The band continued to play some classic Iron Weasel songs while Roxanne found her way into the band. She started off towards the back, pretty much standing next Ash. Tripp looked over his shoulder and smiled slightly at the girl, trying to get her more up front. He stood next to her as they played their riffs together and brought her forward with a little shuffle. After the first couple of songs, she finally found her place in the band: between Tripp and Derek, her feet apart and her power chords hard and heavy. She was beginning to fit in very nicely and was pretty much a part of the band now.

Derek decided that they would play "Face Down in a Plate of Nachos" next by starting off the lyrics and waiting for the band to join in. Pretty soon, the band had caught up and were playing along nicely. Roxanne's chords harmonised well with Burger's bass and Tripp's lead guitar, while Ash's drums kept a steady beat and Derek's voice made the band complete.

As the song played out, Derek began to turn his attention to the new girl in the band, getting to his knees in front of her and looking up at the guitar that was in his face. Her feet were planted on the floor firmly and apart as she continued to strum her guitar furiously. She leant back ever so slightly and looked down to see Derek staring straight back up at her. She suppressed the smirk that she could feel tugging on her lips while she tried her hardest to carry on playing. Derek slowly rose to his feet and still faced Roxanne, towering over her by a few inches as he sung the last words of the final chorus. A silence fell between the band as the last note of the song reverberated through the garage.

Derek and Roxanne had locked eyes, a small smile on both their lips. Tripp raised an eyebrow for a moment as he looked at Derek and Roxanne, both engaged in a deep stare with each other. Burger looked over at Derek and Roxanne as well and then shot a look to Tripp before returning his gaze to Derek and Roxanne who seemed oblivious to their staring. Ash looked up and looked over at Burger and then Tripp, trying to figure out what they were staring at. He then looked at Derek and Roxanne and grinned slightly, almost letting out a noise, but a stern look from Tripp suppressed that quickly. Instead, he just continued to stare at the pair who were staring at each other.

"That song kinda made me wanna have nachos…" Burger finally said, trailing off as he realised he'd interrupted something.

"Yeah, we could… order in or something," Derek croaked, finally tearing his gaze from Roxanne.

"Awesome, Roxanne, you wanna stay for dinner?" Tripp asked her curiously.

"I would love -" she was interrupted by the sound of "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns 'N' Roses coming from her phone. "Hold that thought," she said with a little smile. She answered her phone and the band listened to her side of the conversation. "What's wrong? … Ben, are you okay? … Do you want me to come home? … You're way more important … Okay, I'm coming home now … No arguments … I love you … See you soon," she hung up her cell phone and turned her attention back to the band. "Look guys, I'm really sorry, but I gotta bail," she said as she unplugged her guitar and swapped it back into the case for her leather jacket.

"Awh, na, its cool," Burger said with a little smile.

"But you'll be back tomorrow, right?" Tripp asked.

"Of course tenderfoot, wild horses couldn't stop me from playing in this band."

"Why would wild horses stop you? Wait, how many wild horses are there in this area? I'm confused," Ash said, furrowing his brow.

"It's a metaphor Ash… just forget it," Derek said, rolling his eyes slightly.

"Okay, forgotten, now, what were we talking about?" he asked with a little dumb grin.

"I'll see you tomorrow guys," she said with a quiet chuckle. Putting on her jacket and grabbing her guitar, she left out of the door.

"Well that was weird," Burger said, scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah, suddenly leaving like that, bit strange," Derek said with a little shrug.

"Oh, I meant not staying for nachos," he said with a sheepish grin.

"Yeah, that is weird," Ash said with a nod.

Roxanne and Derek moment is pure flirting, nothing serious, well, not in my mind yet, unless you guys like that sort of thing x] but what is up with Roxanne? Guess you'll have to read on to find out...