Groovy Tunes, Friday
Okay, Dante wasn't sure why all the stereo wanted to do today was play glitzy indie rock. At least not until one of the blue guys crawled up and waved the CD case around; it had a sticker reading something about 'Fandom's Own' or whatever.
"Since when are you guys patriots?" he asked, eyeing them warily.
The blue guy just scowled at him, then vanished under the counter.
"Okay, whatever," Dante said, put his feet up on the counter, and tipped back for a nap.
[[ this was here the entire time, i swear. open. ]]
"Since when are you guys patriots?" he asked, eyeing them warily.
The blue guy just scowled at him, then vanished under the counter.
"Okay, whatever," Dante said, put his feet up on the counter, and tipped back for a nap.
[[ this was here the entire time, i swear. open. ]]