Championship Vinyl, 9-30

[chasingangela]

Without anything in particular to do, Angela has wandered into town and started her shift at Championship Vinyl a few hours early. After checking in with Rob, she puts Throwing Muses' "University" album in the store CD player and sits behind the counter, working on her reading for government class and sipping an iced mocha.

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[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Strolling along with a take-out cup of Perk coffee in one hand and her notebook in the other, Shane catches a smudge of red out of the corner of her eye. Backing up a step, she looks in the shop window and smiles as she sees a familiar face. Folding her notebook and stuffing it into the pocket of her hoodie, Shane opens the door and steps inside.

Wow, a record store. Very cool.

She approaches the counter and clears her throat a little. "Umm, hey," she says amiably.

[chasingangela]

Angela smiles, grateful for the interruption. She loves her job, but the shop can be really ... quiet.

"Hey! I haven't seen you since the church.

What's up? Anything I can, like, help you find?"

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, hi," Shane says with a smile as she nods. The smile becomes slightly bashful and self-conscious at the mention of the church. "Yeah! Right. Um, sorry, I was, uhhh... I was still kinda out of it at the church." Her eyes drift up to look at Angela's hair. "I couldn't forget that color, though," she says with a chuckle.

She shrugs and smiles. "Not a lot. I have mornings off since I'm not in class yet and I don't go in to work until four-thirty, so I've pretty much got the whole day to myself," she murmurs.

[chasingangela]

Angela draws a strand of hair in front of her eye, a little embarassed. "The color is called Crimson Glow. Eight bucks at the Emporium."

"You work at Deb's, right? I keep meaning to go there, but I haven't had a chance."

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Seeing her embarrassment, Shane looks immediately contrite. "No, I -- I didn't mean it that way," she says quickly. "In a bad way." She smiles and adds in a genuinely sweet voice, "It's pretty."

"Yeah, I do," she says, nodding. "Waitress... and, I guess I kinda work in the vintage shop part, too, even though we don't really get too many customers."

[chasingangela]

Angela tucks her hair back behind the ear. "It's fine. I've had it this color for, like, a year, but I still sometimes get weirded out by the attention. Um ... thank you."

She thinks for a minute. "What kind of vintage do you have?"

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"You're so very welcome," Shane says with a smile.

She pauses, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment as she thinks. "We've got a lot of stuff from the 60s, 70s and 80s," she says pensively. After a moment, she chuckles. "We might have some stuff from the 50s, too, but I haven't really gotten a chance to look around for myself, much."

[chasingangela]

Angela brightens. "Oh, you have eighties' stuff? That rocks. My friends were going to, like, go as the Breakfast Club, but it sounds like everyone is dressing up a lot, so we needed vintage prom dresses."

[OOC: I'm talking to Rory about this in another thread right now.]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Rory's mun is watching this thread, but Rory obviously can't be here due to the field trip.]

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah. I saw tons of dresses and stuff like that on the racks at the shop, absolutely," Shane says, smiling. "I mean... not that I'd wear any of them, myself," she adds with a chuckle, "but that's... something else altogether."

School supples

[chasingangela]

"Fuck. I've gotta buy school supplies!"

Angela smiles. "You'll be fine. Most of the classes here are easy. The only bad thing is that most of them are small, so you get ... all this individual attention. Which sucks when you just want to sit there and zone out or whatever."

"Anyhow, I'm sorry you missed enrollment."

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[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Ahh, that's no problem," Shane says with an easy shrug and a grin. "Like I said. It's given me a lot of time to kinda get used to the place. Though, I guess town's a lot different from the school and living on campus and stuff."

Re: School supples

[chasingangela]

Angela tilts her head from side to side, considering. "It is and it isn't. I mean, as far as I can tell, they're equally freaky, but at school we have to sit through geology lectures." She leans forward on the counter, then catches a glimps of oatmanspatient "Hey, my boyfriend is here. I'm going to go say hi to him. We'll have to hang out later, okay?"

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[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane chuckles, but breaks off as Angela mentions her boyfriend. "Oh, hey, yeah," she says, straightening up from the counter. "Sure, yeah, lemme get out of your hair. And, totally, you can come by the diner whenever you want." She starts backing up towards the door, but seems to remember something.

"Oh, here-- here's my number (http://www.livejournal.com/users/shane_mcc/477.html). You can just call whenever you want and leave a message or something if I don't answer." She steps back up to the counter, grabs a pen from a mason jar sitting beside the register and scribbles her number on the corner of a newspaper laying nearby. Tearing the corner off, she hands it over to Angela. "I'll seeya later, Angela."

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[chasingangela]

Angela glances at the paper, smiling, and sticks it in her pocket, then holds up a finger. "Wait," she says, and scratches her own phone number on a length of register tape. "See you around, Shane."

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[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Oh, great... thanks," Shane says, glancing down at the length of paper for a moment before stuffing it into her pocket. She starts out the door, throwing a wink to Angela over her shoulder as she goes. "Seeya."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty walks into Championship Vinyl, carrying a large backpack stuffed with books. He gives Angela a wave and a small smile.

"How's business?"

[chasingangela]

Angela comes over and gives him a hug. "Not great, man. I'm not sure how your doppleganger manages to keep this place going."

"How was your day?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty shrugs. "I did some campaigning, class and then the library."

Marty refers to the overstuffed backpack.

"Got a project due next week for sociology and you know... our new project. I also did a followup visit at the clinic. Overall a pretty dull day. Until now."

Of course my voice mail is filled with two girls talking about homecoming dresses, I'm not sure how that happened.

[chasingangela]

Angela tilts her head and smiles at him. "You're sweet. A little corny, but sweet."

"I noticed your campaigning -- I still don't get the whole student government thing, but I like your platform. I think."

"Oh, and I think I may have found something out for our project from Aziraphale. I'll tell you later."

"And you know you loved it.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty nods and looks around the empty store. He lets his bookbag fall to the floor.

"Yeah well, the campaign may take a strange turn later tonight.So what exactly do you do here? Organize records and hope someone comes in? I hope you don't get paid by commission."

[chasingangela]

Angela shakes her head, not wanting to know about the strange turn in the campaign. "Hourly. Granted, it's nothing, but it's not commission."

"And yeah, I pretty much just sort records and do my homework. Sometimes Gordon comes down and forces me to make a list, and that's my excitement for an hour or so. The rest of the time, I'm just hoping somebody interesting will show up."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Anybody interesting show up yet? Or any good lists?"

[chasingangela]

"The only list he asked me for tonight was "Top five songs for early fall," Angela says, "And he called me an idiot because it didn't have Jackson 5 on it. Okay, he didn't actually call me one, but he was, like, visibly thinking it. "

"As for interesting people ... well, Shane, from the diner. And you. I think you're my favorite."

[OOC: I hope alltime_top5 won't be annoyed by this completely unauthorized puppeting.]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smiles and steps forward to put his arms around Angelas waist. It's then he spies the gold cross around her neck and gets a small twinge of guilt.

"Good to know," he says with a faltering smile. "I just realized I haven't seen you all day. May sound silly, but I missed seeing you."