The Shakes

[alltime-top5.livejournal.com]

*Rob is manning the counter at Championship Vinyl. The self check-out system is being worked on, so he's actually going to have to deal with customers. Again.*

*Rob appears very distracted, twitchy even. He keeps glancing at the phone, reaching for it, and then pulling back with a shake of his head*

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Too young. Right.

*his mix tape mysteriously rolls over to New Edition - Candy Girl, despite the fact that he hates that song. There's obviously something very wrong with the world right now*

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*riiiiing*

He really shouldn't answer that.

[alltime-top5.livejournal.com]

*Rob is very, very stupid*

Championship Vinyl.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Why am I always the one calling you?

You have someone better to do?

*Parker is upbeat and amused*

[alltime-top5.livejournal.com]

*heart libido jumps into his throat*

Parker. Hey. Um, no, not at all. I just, um, thought you might be busy. Or something. How -- How're you doing?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Peachy.

I was shoved into locker 327 on Tuesday, I ended up someplace in Colorado, spent 48 hours being debriefed by the military-- and not in any fun way involving military boxer shorts-- and now I'm back to a ton of backlogged studies and a campaign that may or may not have gone forward without me.

So. What are you wearing?

[alltime-top5.livejournal.com]

Sex Pistols t-shirt. Jeans. Both of which are optional.

[OOC: call_me_red_ac thought it'd be funny to see what happens if she, Martin Blank, you, and I were all holed up at CV during the chaos, Rio Bravo/Dawn of the Dead/"Tabula Rasa" style. Two Cusacks, two gun-handlers, two music lovers, and four neurotics]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Goin' commando?

Good for you.

And me.

See you at 5.

*click*



_{[ooc: Hahahah! Too fun. Which chaos is this? Contact me offline, I'd love to set this up.]}

[chasingangela]

It's a little early for her shift, but Angela is jumpy and needs something to do. She strolls to Championship Vinyl, frowning. It might just be the weather or it might be her conversation with Sidle, but ... something is still wrong.

In the shop, she waves hello to Rob and then busies herself with unpacking and sorting a box of Japanese import singles.

[alltime-top5.livejournal.com]

*Rob, also a little jumpy from his conversation with mparker16, waves back and then quickly check himself for signs of being smitten with lusting after a 16-year-old*

[chasingangela]

Angela notices Rob seems a little ... intense, but everybody seems intense today.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty walks into Championship Vinyl, carrying Angela's gun in a messenger bag and his own two glocks holstered and hidden in his coat. Everyone at school has been extra jumpy today and it's made him more paranoid than usual. Thank God he can carry guns in town... As long as he avoids the police.

He waves hello to Rob and smiles at Angela who's working away sorting records.

[alltime-top5.livejournal.com]

**Narrative Monologue On**
I admit it. The concept of small fry me who walks around armed still bugs the crap out of me. That he's dating one of my employees doesn't really make it better. Once in high school I dressed the same as Jerry Kimball on a bet, but that was a prank. There's someone walking around with my face. *shudders* Unnerving.
**Narrative Monologue Off**

Hey, Marty. Let me know if you need anything.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Thanks Rob. Do you have any Stevie Wonder on vinyl circa 1970's or really just anything before 'I just called to say I love you'?"

[OOC: Can I just say your Rob Gordon rocks? Too bad he's not a student.]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Gotta Log off until much later. If you need a gun totin' ex-hitman to take action feel free to use me. ]

[chasingangela]

[OOC: I'm just saying you dropped off the gun and went ... wherever you want Marty to be. Angela is following Maia to Mr. Phale's shop.]

[chasingangela]

"Hey there," Angela says to Marty, not completely unaware of the creepkly doppleganger thing going on in the store. "So you brought the ... um ... the thing?"

[OOC: See you later.]