Nathan, Pickles, Toki and Skwisgaar were lounging in the hot tub when Amaya returned to the main room. Murderface had left minutes earlier claiming that he wasn't going to shower because Amaya told him to but because he felt like it.

"Nice," Amaya commented eyeing the hot tub. "Mind if I join you guys?"

The guys looked at each other and Nathan said "Uh…sure."

Amaya smirked and stripped off her shirt and pants and hopped into the hot tub in her black bra and matching underwear.

As she sat back and sighed the members of Dethklok of a better look at her.

Amaya had several piercing in her face and ears. Two rings in her left eyebrow similar to Pickles and a stud in her right eyebrow. There was a nose ring in her right nostril and she had five piercing in her right ear and six in the left.

She also had a round, black tribal tattoo on her upper left arm and a small, black scorpion tattoo on her upper right arm.

"So…uh…" Nathan tried to start a conversation but he was never one for words. Amaya raised an eyebrow waiting for Nathan to finish his sentence.

"Do you want a drink!?" Pickles yelled trying to make the situation less tense with something he could rely on. Boos.

"Sure!" Amaya said excitedly snatching a freshly opened beer bottle out of Pickles hand.

"Hey!" Murderface had walked into the room and was staring incredulously at the beer bottle in Amaya's hand. "When we lived together you wouldn't ever let me have booshe!"

"That's because you were underage stupid!" Amaya stated swigging her beer. "Now that you're legal I have no right to stop you from destroying your liver."

Murderface nodded and went to sit on the couch and watch a civil war special.

Pickles looked at the girl in front of him. "So do you have a jaab?"

Amaya nodded and took another sip of her beer.

"Stage managing and light design. Mostly off Broadway stuff. I also do some odd jobs, like bartending."

"What's off Broadways?" Toki asked.

"Um, Broadway is a place where big plays are preformed and off Broadway is where little, not always important plays are preformed."

Amaya wasn't pleased with her description but it seemed to get the point across.

"Sos yous job is not that important?" Skwisgaar smirked snobbishly.

"My job is plenty important" Amaya argued. "We can't all be billionaires."

"Why nots?"

"Well the world doesn't work that way Toki." Amaya chugged the rest of the beer and Pickles handed her another.

Sometime during this conversation Murderface had picked up his bass and started playing random notes.

Amaya turned her head towards Murderface and listened to him play for a second.

"Will, your A is a little flat."

"Yous is crazys." Skwisgaar sneered. " It soundeds fines."

Murderface ignored Swkisgaar and tuned his A string, then continued to play.

"Heys!" Toki exclaimed. "It does sounds betters!"

"How did ya do dat?" Pickles asked.

"Well," Amaya started but she was interrupted by a Klokateer call her name.

"Mistress Amaya, your room is ready."

"Alrighty." Amaya chugged the rest of her beer and hopped out of the hot tub.

"See you guys later." She said scooping up her clothes and following the Klokateer out of the room.

There was a moment of silence and then the members of Dethklok turned to their bass player.

"Um, what the hell was that?" Nathan questioned.

"What the hell washe what?" Murderface asked, not looking away from his bass.

"Dat whole A string thing." Pickles replied.

Even Skwisgaar was curious. "I's would likes to knows as well."

Murderface sighed and put his bass down.

"Amaya hashe perfect pitch"

Toki looked utterly confused. "What's does that's mean?"

"I meanshe that she can name a note or play a shong just by hearing it once."

Nathan stared at Murderface for a second before saying, "That's kind of awesome."

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Well here's chapter three. I've gotten some nice reviews, so thank you to those who sent them.

I had a counselor at camp who had perfect pitch. He used the ability to learn like a shit-ton of different instruments. One minute he was playing the guitar and the next he had an oboe. It was crazy.