The Chilly Pipes (Formerly Groovy Tunes), Saturday
Jonothon 'Lips' Starsmore frowned to himself as he settled in behind the counter of the music shop, surrounded by instruments (mostly of the musical variety, but he had a few of slightly more questionable legality tucked away just out of hands' reach at all times) and opened up his morning paper. There on the front page was a headline that made him wince. Tommy Ramone, the last surviving punk in the band of brothers (by blood or by choice, they had been notorious as a group of trouble boys who made their own definition of family) to run one of Jono's favourite drums in New York, was dead. Jono had never had any direct dealings with the Ramone brothers, not personally, but their speakeasy had a sort of ambiance about it that plenty others tried to imitate, and few actually successfully managed to. Hell, a lot of the somewhat more legal drinking establishments he'd frequented back in London had owed a certain sort of something to the way the Ramones ran their business, and to Tommy's own unique style of management.
And there was something to be said for their reputation for using baseball bats in the dealing of brats they wanted the hell out of their bar, too.
Lips took a moment of silence to reflect on that, then shrugged it off, set his paper to the side, and went to dust off the merchandise. That was, the merch he had out front - the musical instruments and accessories, a small display of records, the Edison record player he'd gotten in just the other week that had seen more use by him playing Rhapsody in Blue than it would likely see from any potential customer any day soon.
People didn't tend to come into Lips' shop for the music, after all.
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And there was something to be said for their reputation for using baseball bats in the dealing of brats they wanted the hell out of their bar, too.
Lips took a moment of silence to reflect on that, then shrugged it off, set his paper to the side, and went to dust off the merchandise. That was, the merch he had out front - the musical instruments and accessories, a small display of records, the Edison record player he'd gotten in just the other week that had seen more use by him playing Rhapsody in Blue than it would likely see from any potential customer any day soon.
People didn't tend to come into Lips' shop for the music, after all.
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