Groovy Tunes, Saturday
Okay, so Jono hadn't been in for a few weeks now, still sore and recovering from the broken ribs he'd gotten from Alluka's family butlers. No, it wasn't enough to stop him, and an injury that would be lethal to most was little more than a not-so-vague annoyance when there were no internal organs to be worried about, but he was still moving gingerly as he made his way in, sitting himself down behind the counter, turning on the stereo, and pulling out... paperwork.
Ugh, paperwork.
There were boxes to the left and right of him of CD shipments that he hadn't gotten around to shelving yet, and the place could stand to be something less of a mess, but he'd get around to that later. The mess and the new stock weren't going anywhere without him. Probably.
The Groovy Tunes is open, for once.
[OOC: And OCD-freeeeeeee.]
Ugh, paperwork.
There were boxes to the left and right of him of CD shipments that he hadn't gotten around to shelving yet, and the place could stand to be something less of a mess, but he'd get around to that later. The mess and the new stock weren't going anywhere without him. Probably.
The Groovy Tunes is open, for once.
[OOC: And OCD-freeeeeeee.]