Disclaimer: I don't own The Office. It owns me.

A/N: Here it is. I haven't updated this story in several months. Try: five! Anyway, as I said before, I'm trying to update on several of my stories. I have quite a few stories I want to finish before the new season so here is the next installment, which is all about Kevin, my main guy and one of the funniest on the show. This one shot takes during 'Dinner Party' and 'The Chair Model'. Hope you enjoy and as always, review!

February 21, 2008

8:34 pm

Kevin was setting up his drum kit for practice, tidying the place a little bit. He wiped down the cymbals, making it shine just the way he liked. He saw his reflection, seeing a broken man on the surface. He put it back together, not liking what he saw, knowing that the expression still remained on his face.

He sighed, walking over to the amp and checking the static. He turned the assorted knobs, trying to find the right frequency. When he found his favorite setting, he walked over to the stacks of milk cartons in the corner. A small smile hinted the corners of his mouth as he walked over the tops of the albums covers of the rock gods, The Police. He had every single that they ever released, even the much coveted edition of Ghost In the Machine that had not three but five demos on it. Only about 100 exist in the world and he had one of them. It was his pride and joy, not even his unspoken gambling habit would cause him to lose that valuable piece of vinyl. He fingered the albums until falling on the album that started in all, Reggatta de Blanc.

As he was putting the song on the turntable, Brian opened up the door from the outside carrying a stack of pizza boxes and his bass guitar slung over his back. "What's up, man?" He kicked the door closed with his foot and plopped down on the worn couch Kevin and Mike, his old band mate, brought over from Sanders Road during the big garage sale last spring. Brian opened the top box, "First dips, dude." He chuckled until he saw the look on Kevin's face, "Dude, you need to lighten up?"

Kevin sighed, speaking in his usual monotone, "Yeah... I know... just..."

Brian rolled his eyes, "C'mon, man." He smacked his lips as he chomped into the greasy piece. "You need to get laid."

Kevin shrugged, "I guess."

Brian's month opened for a rebuttal when the door opened again, revealing several cases of beer and a few buckets of chicken. Over the pile of food and drinks were Dave and Bruce. A few jeers and cheers were thrown around the spacious garage, feeling the atmosphere with a much needed pick-me-up. Dave plopped next to Brian on the couch, giving Kevin's knee a nudge, "How's it hangin', buddy?"

Kevin shrugged, "It's hangin'." He smiled slightly, looking at his band mates with a fondness that could only be found with people who liked you for you.

Bruce walked over to the stack of albums, "Could you put something else on? I dig you're down, but do we have to listen to this album again? We listened to it this practice."

Kevin smacked his lips, "That's crazy. You cannot ever get tired of this album. It's the best."

Dave smacked his lips, "Bullshit! You know that Synchronicity was the greatest album ever. It's a fact."

Bruce shook his head, "Um... afraid I have the fact that Ghost In the Machine was the best."

Kevin looked at Brian, "What do you think?"

Brain shrugged, "Why do you this? Every week we come here, have pizza and beer and fight over which album is the best when you know that Outlandos d'Amour can't be touched unless the hand of God, which I'm sure helped it become the greatest album ever."

Everyone looked around and nodded, convinced that the album was indeed the best. Bruce smiled, "Yeah, you can't any better than Roxanne. It's about an hot prostitute. How sweet is that?"

Dave chuckled, "Yeah. That's when they were a real punk rock group. They borrowed so many genres you can't label it anything else but punk." He snagged another slice of pizza, "But seriously, Can't Stand Losing You is the best on the album. The drums on that song was insane."

Kevin nodded, "True, but my favorite on that album has always been Next to You. It's amazing." He let a small smile as Bring On the Night played on the background."

Brian checked the time, "Hey, this is great everything, but could we please play tonight. Sandy's been on my ass about some 'quality time' with her all week and I-"

Dave nudged him, "Dude!" He budded his head toward Kevin, who looked down at his sticks.

Brian looked sheepishly over at Kevin, "I'm sorry, dude. I didn't mean-"

Kevin shrugged, "It's okay. We better get going then. We already have too many single guys here as it is." Everyone chuckled a bit.

Bruce chuckled, "Yeah, pretty soon we'll be having orgies over here." He chuckled when he realized everyone else stopped.

Brian stood up and picked up his bass, "Um... let's disregard that and play some music please."

Dave nodded, heading for the keyboard, "Yeah... so I was thinking since everybody's favorite album tonight is Outlandos d'Amour, let's start off with that. He proceeded to walk over to the turntable and put on the album, letting the first loud chords rang throughout the garage.

Kevin sat behind his drum kit and start playing along, letting the reggae beats carry him away. The rest of the band joined in, taking their cue at the chorus. Eventually, Scrantonicity II was playing right along with the album, playing all the chords with precision.

After the first song, they freestyled a little bit, taking a few liberties with the band they knew so well.

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10:32 pm

The band started to pack up their belongings, cleaning up after devouring the contents of the pizza boxes and buckets of chicken. Dave just finished showing off his guitar solo he was thinking of doing in the middle of Don't Stand so Close to Me. Everybody agreed there was no place for it, seeing as it clashed with the rest of the song.

Dave sighed, "C'mon, people! You know that seriously rocked. I kicked that solo's ass and you know it!"

Brian scoffed, "Dude, that totally lacked the effort. You looked like a total poser, man. No way there would be a solo in the middle of that song. Not even."

Bruce nodded, "Yeah, man. You looked too sexy doing that anyway, with you tongue out and everything." He chuckled a little, until he noticed everyone giving him weird looks. "I mean, the solo was kinda weak."

Brian nodded, "Right... hey, look at the time. I think someone had a few too many brewskies." He patted Bruce on the back, "C'mon, pal." He led him towards the door, grabbing his guitar on his way to the door. "See ya later, dudes." He waved and pushed Bruce out the door. He turned around quickly, "And Kev, it's gonna be okay, man. She's just a chick." He smiled sincerely and headed out into the night.

As the garage grew quiet after Brain and Bruce left, Dave took a seat next to Kevin, "So... wanna play some Wii? I got this new game that's like Rock Band, but sicker 'cause you don't have to hold those weak guitars." He smiled, but noticed Kevin's face. He patter him on the shoulder, "You know, Brian's right, she's just a chick."

Kevin shook his head, "But she was my chick. She liked me for some reason and I chased her away... for being... for being -"

"Yourself?" Dave scoffed, "Chicks are crazy, man. They have legs and boobs but at the end of the day, they're too much to handle."

Kevin shrugged, "Yeah, but I liked that she was crazy... crazy about me." He sighed again, looking over at his friend.

Dave nodded, "Well... she's not the only woman out there. There's millions of girls out there. I'm sure at least one woman would want to hang out with you." He laughed, smiling when Kevin laughed along with him.

Kevin laughed, "I guess so." He patted him on the back, "Thanks, man."

Dave shrugged, "What can I say? I'm the best." He laughed some more and stood up, heading to the door that led inside. "So, you ready for me to kick your ass on Wii?"

Kevin scoffed, "You wish. I'm gonna be kicking your ass so bad you won't be able to sit down."

Dave chuckled, "Dude, that was terrible."

Kevin made a mock mean glare, "Hey..." They both laughed as they headed inside.

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More to come. In the next one shot, a certain gossip queen gets a moment in the sun. 'Til next time, love! -MrsBigTuna