Another Day...

[alltime_top5]

Rob sits on a stool behind the counter, shades on, legs swung open, large black headset strapped to ears.

[OOC: teenaged_twin, I won't be around to "train" you, so just sort of take it as read that I am.]

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[chasingangela]

Angela can't believe she's doing this, but she has extra energy and walking into town seems like the best way to burn it off.

"Hey, Rob?" she calls, "Do you have, um ..." --- she rummages through her bag for a crumpled piece of paper --"Elvis Costello's Blood & Chocolate? On vinyl?"

[oatmanspatient]

Marty walks in, soaking wet. His right eye is swollen and black and his lip is split and bleeding.

He looks at Rob square on.

"You're a handsome devil. What's your name" he says, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

He turns and sees Angela and immediately drops his swagger.

"Hey. uh..."

*sniffs*

"I left you a voicemail."

He blots his lip with his sleeve.

"Forgot to mention I'm having a strange night."

[oatmanspatient]

*Looks at blank (no pun intended) stares*

*shrugs*

"I'll catch you later. I've got to go find a croquet mallet"

*Exit Stage Right*

[chasingangela]

Angela bites her lip.

"I, um, didn't get your voice mail yet ... croquet mallet? Okay."

"This is a very strange school."

[alltime_top5]

We should. *checks inventory* Yeah. It's 18 bucks, but with employee discount of 15%... call it 15. I hate decimals.

[chasingangela]

Distracted, Angela watches Rob's mini-me leave.

"See, it was really for that guy. The one who looks like you except younger and kind of psycho. I was talking to him in study hall and I thought we, like, hit it off. But now he runs away whenever he sees me.

Give me the guy perspective, should I buy it for him?"