"Watch your step." Amanda warned, as she let Adam and herself into her apartment.

The place, although fairly cluttered, was definitely in better shape than his…...then again, whose place wasn't?

The bar was pretty much below the ground, as far as he was concerned.

"It's alright, I'm used to it." He chuckled, browsing around the general area, as she shut and locked the door behind them.

"It's not, really, but thanks anyway." She insisted

Adam just chuckled even more at the idea that anyone could actually feel the need to excuse a place like this, after seeing a place like his, even if she did…...to his knowledge, anyway, only see a quarter of his apartment, and only very briefly at that.

"Are you kidding me?" He laughed. "Didn't you see my place? You'd think I've never had anyone over."

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He followed her back, toward her kitchen area, where she paused her little tour to set some stuff down on the dining room table and start skimming through her cupboards for something.

In doing so, he immediately became sidetracked, when he noticed a familiar little piece of paper laying near the middle of it.

It looked a little more worse for wear, for sure, likely having spent some time folded up in Amanda's pocket or bag for who knows how long, but the name and details for his buddy's show, the very one that he had originally tried to invite her to, could still clearly be read.

He smiled to himself, staring down at the flyer while Amanda did her own thing in the kitchen, before peering up from it.

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"Hey, what does Roxy like to eat?" She called out to him. "...Adam!"

She called out to him again, still waiting for an answer.

"Huh?" He finally responded.

"Roxy." She repeated, coming back out to where he was. "...what kind of food…"

She smiled back at him when she saw how his face seemed to have lit up, upon noticing she still had the flyer. "...what kind of food do you usually feed Roxy?"

"Hmm? Oh." He chuckled, sort of embarrassed-like. "I actually have no idea."

"What?" She laughed.

"Yeah, my uh…" He started to explain. "..one of my neighbors was generous enough to pour something out from their dog's food, for me to keep on hand for her." His face lit up at the recollection of it, and her. "Like I said, I'm not exactly the only one around there, she's got wrapped around her little paw."

"Well, from the looks of it, you were at least her favorite."

"Well, no. I'm pretty sure that's you, from what I saw." He pointed out. "...anyway, why do you ask?"

She smiled at the claim, opting to let him have his little win rather than argue it, as she offered him a small, rolled up bag of kibble she'd found left in one of her cupboards.

"My last roommate had a dog, just a little bigger than her." She shrugged. "..guess she didn't take everything with her."

He opened the bag and smiled a little more, as he gave it a quick skim over.

"Well, she's definitely not picky. I can tell you that much. I think it'll do." He chuckled. "Thanks."

"Well, I just remembered you mentioned you didn't like the idea of her being outside all night, so that's assuming you think we can catch her, of course."

"It's definitely worth a shot." He agreed, smirking a little, as he glanced back down towards where he'd set the flyer to take the bag from here. "...so, what'd you think?"

"Your call. If you think we can, and bring her in for the night." She shrugged, turning back to grab something from the fridge, thinking he was still talking about the dog.

"I'm grabbing something to drink, you want anything?"

"I'm okay, thanks." He laughed, sensing he might be about to call her on a bluff. "...and I meant about the band."

"What about it?"

"Ohh, so that's not why you kept the flyer, then?" A little smirk crept back across his face. "...interesting.."

She shot him her own little amused look, one that was expressing just a little more amusement than she'd intended to let on, before rolling her eyes. "What? Would you rather I have thrown it away?"

"No, no." He assured, that same little smirk not leaving his face. "...just an observation.."

"Mmhmm…" She smirked back, her tone clearly conveying just how unconvinced she was. "...an observation, huh?"

"An interesting one." He corrected.

"Right, then, smartass…" She teased, glancing out her kitchen window. "It'll be dark in a couple hours or so, you wanna go try our luck with that now?"

"Like I said, it's worth a shot." He chuckled. "I usually bring her a couple little slices of ham, as a little treat, when I can."

"I see…" She returned back to the fridge to scope it out a little more, before comin back with some roast beef slices. "Will she settle for some roast beef?"

"She'll love it." He assured her, as he took it and slid it into the kibble bag, as they headed back for the door. "...am I driving this time? Or you?"

"Very funny." She teased back, watching him, as she let him go out ahead of her.

"I thought so."

She grinned a little, to herself, over him as she shut the door behind the two of them.

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It didn't matter in the least to her, how much time she spent with him.

Seeing this side of him, the side that had caught her completely off guard and which she completely adored while she was watching him before, was never going to get old

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"You coming?" He called back to her when he noticed she hadn't caught up with him yet.

"Right behind you." She chuckled.