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 is if you do it right," Dante said, because he couldn't exactly leave that one where it was, truth day or no. "But yeah, it's all of the fun, none of the stupid parts."

Admittedly he'd also never really felt the stupid parts, but still. You couldn't live with Anders for very long without getting a real close look up and personal of what the stupid parts could be like.

[thewrathofkaan]

Roscoe snorted at the bad joke. "Who's your roommate anyway?" He couldn't remember running into anyone that night in Dante's room.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Anders," Dante said, after a short pause. "Lost his head and left after his girlfriend died shortly before you showed up."

He shrugged like it was nothing, because at least he could lie that way, right?

[thewrathofkaan]

"Holy shit," Roscoe swore, stopping in his tracks to stare at Dante. "That's fucking rough. What happened to his girlfriend?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante gave another shrug, looking past Roscoe at the next store down the road. "Her world had a zombie invasion," he said, "And she was one of those superhero types. Went back to fight, got bit. Real fucking stupid."