Groovy Tunes, Friday

[rebelseekspizza]

Second shift. Still too freaking early; Dante had rolled out of bed, thrown on some clothes, and blearily marched over here with a cup of something that was more sugar than anything else. Whatever weirdness was happening on the island hadn't become obvious to him yet - he hadn't talked to anyone.

Well, he hadn't noticed the weirdness happening to

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[thewrathofkaan]

Rule 53 in Roscoe's rules of flirting: when you got invited to bug a guy at work and listen to his music, you said yes. That was just how it went.

He strolled in around early afternoon, took note of the music, and announced, "This song is fucking depressing."

Well. That was more blunt than he had meant to be. Normally he'd just make a joke.

[[SP?]]

[rebelseekspizza]

"It's all the stupid stereo wants to play. I think this place is haunted," Dante said.

And then pulled a face. Not because he'd said anything weird, mind you, but because talking to anyone was a terrible idea today.

[[ SP is good! ]]

[thewrathofkaan]

"Oh, it better not be. I hate being scared," Roscoe said at once.

He frowned. That was weird.

[rebelseekspizza]

"I don't think most people love that," Dante said. He eyed the stereo again. "Don't think I'm going to be playing any samples for you today, which sucks. I coulda used the distraction."

[thewrathofkaan]

"Yeah, I wanted to judge your taste," Roscoe said. That was actually a fairly normal comment for him. "Distraction from what?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"The enormous shitpile that is my life," Dante said. Beat. "Why the fuck did I come in to work today?"

Oh, right. Because he hadn't realized.

[thewrathofkaan]

"Hey, I can think of a couple good things in your life," Roscoe said with a lopsided smirk. "You wanna ditch and go out? Promise to be a good drinking buddy."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Hanging out with anyone's the last thing I want to do on a day where I can't stop saying shit," Dante said.

He frowned.

Harsher than he planned, yep.

[thewrathofkaan]

Roscoe hadn't really noticed the saying shit, at least from Dante. But now things he'd overheard earlier in the day were starting to come together.

"You mean like truth bomb shit?" Fuck, that was even worse than being a bunny for a couple weeks. Roscoe really valued the ability to downplay his feelings when he had to. "Guess that explains some stuff."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Yeah," Dante said. "Not really how I'd been hoping to spend my day."

Shitting hell.

[thewrathofkaan]

"If it makes you feel any better, I wanted to spend my day getting high and texting my ex, but then I kinda wanted to come see you because I wanna hook up again," Roscoe said.

He looked horrified. What the fuck.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Why does everybody show up for hook-ups on a weird day of all days?" Dante complained. "I mean, normally I'd be all over that."

[thewrathofkaan]

"Think it has to do with people dwelling on stuff they don't wanna think about," Roscoe guessed.

He scrunched up his face in a scowl. "We can take a rain check. I'm kinda grossed out by the imagery of screaming out our deepest darkest secrets when we come, anyway."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Yeah, let's not," Dante said, pulling a face of his own. "'Cause I got a lot of stuff I don't want to dwell on, thanks."

[thewrathofkaan]

"There goes my time-honored strategy of throwing myself into conversations and sex to avoid thinking about shit," Roscoe grumbled. "What's the island got against repression, anyway?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"I dunno," Dante said. "It threw like, literal baggage at us one time."

He snagged another CD off the shelves for another futile attempt at getting the stereo to play something else.