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.

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[thewrathofkaan]

"Fuck. Did anyone die from being crushed by their own repressed issues?"

Roscoe knew there were plenty of people in Fandom more traumatized than him. But he also was kind of cringing at the idea of having to dodge a physical manifestation of his issues.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Nah, but on this island, that's a real fucking risk," Dante said, letting out a sigh.

"Shitting hell."

He pushed the CD into the stereo.

[thewrathofkaan]

Roscoe took the liberty of reaching over to crank up the volume dial. Then he stared up at the speaker and waited, hoping the song would finally change.

"How long d'you think it's gonna last?" he asked to fill the silence in between songs. "This honesty shit, I mean. 'Cause I'm planning to GTFO if it's gonna be a whole long-term thing."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Day if we're lucky, weekend if we're not," Dante said.

He gave the stereo a hopeful look. Maybe--

"Party girls don't get hurt--"

"The fuck is up with this store," he muttered.

[thewrathofkaan]

"Motherfucker," Roscoe snapped. "This is worse than the fucking indie, acoustic lesbian-country at my mom's place."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante jabbed 'stop' on the stereo.

It did not stop.

"Right," he said, shaking his head. "Y'mind if we take this outside?"

[thewrathofkaan]

"Sure," Roscoe said, but then, "You sure you don't just want me to bail?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Also a good idea," Dante said. He shrugged. "But you seem like fun and just telling you to fuck off didn't seem like a great idea."

[thewrathofkaan]

"You're fun too. But it kind of creeps me out because I'm like the world's worst judge of character."

He frowned. "That wasn't supposed to sound so insulting. Literally fuck this thing."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante rolled his eyes. "Hey, I'm everyone's favorite bad idea," he snarked. "Just ask anyone."

[thewrathofkaan]

"Please, you're not that edgy," Roscoe laughed. "Trust me, I've known worse."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante snorted. "You got no clue," he said.

But he was more than happy to leave Roscoe thinking that, actually.

"But I'm not gonna talk you out of it," he said. "I can use some new friends."

Possibly friends between airquotes.

[thewrathofkaan]

"Me too," Roscoe said. "'S kinda half the reason I was so amped to leave LA. I did this whole crappy thing where I told all my friends to fuck off as soon as I started dating someone."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Yeah, I don't get dating," Dante said. "Seems to make people crazy."

He shrugged faintly as he headed towards the exit. "Like my roommate."

[thewrathofkaan]

Roscoe followed him, swinging his arms at his sides. "I'm over it too. Especially after sitting through the whole 'Building Healthy Relationships' snoozefest. Like, just have casual sex, it's not that hard."