fandomtownies | Empire Records and Bidet [2/2]

Angela wanders into the record store over her lunch break. "Hey, Lucas," she says in greeting before going over to the racks of CDs.

Lucas, recognizing Angela from the crazy snow demon weekend, nods and waves back. "How's the hand?" he calls after her.

"Healing," Angela says with a glance down at her left hand. She's scaled back from the bulky bandages to a small band-aid over the worst blistering. "Somebody gave me vitamin E lotion and that helped a lot."

She flips through the CDs for a while longer before approaching Lucas. "So, um ... I have kind of an embarrassing question. Or, not so much embarassing as weird."

"Weird?" Lucas raises an eyebrow. "In this town?"

Angela shrugs. "Okay, for this town it's, like, boring."

She walks over to the counter and leans on it as she talks to Lucas. "Basically, it's 1996 where I'm from. So I know music through then, and I know music for the last six months, but the decade in-between is just .... I don't get it. Got any recommendations? I like what you're playing in the store now, but that's old."

Lucas only blinked once at Angela somehow being ten years from the past. She did have a slightly nineties grunge/alternative look to her, but he would have just assumed she was retro.

Okay, so she was retro. Completely retro. As for her question. . . .

"Alas, the latter half of the nineties decade didn't produce much by way of quality music. A lot of it was just boy bands and teen pop stars who used to be on the Mickey Mouse Club." Lucas leaned back. "There were occasional gems, though. Cake, for instance, or Ben Folds Five. Linkin Park made a good showing for a bit, until Hoobastank's 'I shoulda been in a boy band' groove stole their thunder. Canada gave us the Barenaked Ladies, who are not as visually appealing as they sound, but sing some good tunes. But if you really want to know who the most underrated geniuses of the last ten years were," he leans forward again, glancing around, "and if you tell anyone I said this, I will have to kill you," he lowered his voce to sotto. "The Spice Girls."

Angela makes a face. "Boy bands, like New Kids? I liked that stuff in, like, sixth grade. Sounds like I didn't miss much."

She goes over to the CD racks and pulls Cake's Comfort Eagle and Whatever and Ever Amen by the Ben Folds Five, as well as the Spice Girls' first CD (though the cover makes her grimace and quickly hide it under her other purchases).

"Hoobastank is actually the name of a good band?" she asks. "Because ... icky name."

Lucas smiled. "Did I say they were good? I must have been mistaken. They're decent, I guess, but they're a total copy-cat of Linkin Park." Lucas leaned on the counter. "And there have been better band names. I particularly liked Toad the Wet Sprocket."

"Walk on the ocean, step on the storm..." Angela sings, a little tunelessly. "They were okay. But yeah, weird-ass name."

"Linkin Park is the one where the guy always sounds like he's in the middle of a nervous breakdown and every so often somebody starts screaming, right? I can pass."

She hands her three CDs to Lucas. "Anything else crucial? Um, I liked the Cranberries and Stone Temple Pilots, but I want to try something new ~~and also the mun thinks my taste sucks~~."

Lucas thought for a moment ~~as the mun continued to dig through her mp3s and the 'net~~. "Well, you're not into the screaming, which I can understand. . . . Are you looking for something new which resembles the Cranberries and the Stone Temple Pilots, or something new which is completely different? ~~Something closer to your mun's tastes (whatever those might be), perhaps?~~"

"Something newer which you like," Angela says. "I like rock, I like interesting voices ... um, I loved Nirvana, but I kind of don't think they're still making CDs."

[OOC: I suspect Angela-mun and Lucas-mun have similar musical tastes, actually. Something along the Bright Eyes/Rilo Kiley/Death Cab for Cutie continuum would work.]

"Interesting voices, huh?" Lucas thought about this for a moment, then reached under the counter and pulled out a copy of the indy educational mix he'd given Nadia. "Try some of this on for size. You've got your Death Cab/Postal Service, which is almost exactly the same thing, a bit of Of Montreal for the electronica side of you, some Moonbabies, Rilo Kiley, Weakerthans, and . . . you're probably not going to recognize the band names, so why list them out? No charge for that disc, but if you like it, you should come back and get some of the albums."

The first one is always free.

Angela runs her fingers over the CD case reverently. "Awesome," she says. "I'll pay for the Cake, Spice Girls and Ben Folds Five, though."

Lucas smiles. "Well, yes." He rings up the purchases and *handwaves* quotes the price to her.

Angela pays for her CDs and leaves the store with a final smile at Lucas.

Well she's not emo, more horribly embarrassed and avoiding her boyfriend after the radio broadcast (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_radio/36224.html)

Anyway she's here on her way to opening Chaucer's and trying very hard not to look in Lucas' eyes, which could be difficult really.

"Hey I erm here to pick up the badge," she says hoping she sounds suitably casual.

Lucas is not the sort for idle gossip, even when it comes to his store. He'd love to know how it was the folks at the radio found out about Mark and this girl kissing, inspite of there having been no one but the two of them and Lucas in the store at the time. It doesn't look like right now is the time to talk about it, though.

"Of course." Lucas opens the cash register and pulls the button out of one of the change bins. "I do hope it's to your satisfaction."

But were we sure there were no shrubs or parrots in the shop? That's the question we should be ask ourselves, the radio has eyes eveywhere, Paige knew this and did it anyway, she's clearly very fool hardy.

She takes her badge and grins when she looks at it, "that's really great thanks erm, did I get your name yesterday?" she asks, she might of but she was a little preoccupied ruining her relationship with Sawyer.

Lucas holds up his name tag, which, to be fair, had been hanging close to the cash register and perhaps wasn't entirely visible. "Lucas. Owner and proprieter, at your service." He tilted his head. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know anyone who needs a job, would you? Because currently the owner and proprieter is also the go to opener, closer, accountant, janitor,sales clerk, and inventory manager."

"Oh right okay well thank Lucas," she says pinning the badge on to her coat as she tries to think of anyone that might need a job, unfortunately the first person to spring to mind is Sawyer which is possibly the worse person to suggest.

"There are probably people up at the school if you want me to put a poster up for you in the dorms?" she suggests.

Lucas nodded once. "That would be excellent. I don't have any prepared just yet, but . . . something tells me you wouldn't mind coming back tomorrow to pick some up?"

She smirks, "sure I'll probably be back in town to open Chaucer's again, or just to buy more muffins, as nice as the dorms are up at the school the food sucks, and I'm not really a cook."

"From what I hear, scholastic food is required to 'suck'." Lucas smiled. "Tomorrow, then. And I hope you enjoy your button."

She nodded, "yeah good point and it's better than last semister, at least on one's been forced to sing ABBA against there will," she pauses in thought, "so far! So I'll see you tomorrow then, thanks Lucas." she said as she headed out, not thinking about Mark, nope not in the slightest.

"I need a CD that some one from the victorian period would like, but is Modernish," Orlin gasped, he had less then an hour before dinner, and he realized his three CD's probably would not be ~~Agatha~~ Clay's favorite sound.

Lucas didn't even think about it. "Apocalyptica. Four cellos playing Metallica. No singing, just the cellos. Over in the 'cover me, I'm going in' section, about," Lucas leaned over to point. "Ten feet to the right of 'why god, why?', over there."

"Thank you so so much" Orlin said hurridly, rushing over to the rack and pulling it off and dashing back up to the register. "If I had known dinner would be so stressfull..." He trailed of and looked at Lucas helplessly

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Meeting the parents?"

"No!" Orlin almost wailed, "I am having a femaile eating in my house, as a friend!?! I have never had a friend over for dinner!"

[[ooc: yes i know, he's spazzing, but he's orlin]]

"Ah." Lucas inclines his head briefly. "Well, you know what the secret to having a girl over for dinner is, don't you?"

"No,what?" Orlin asked, grasping at straws. why oh why did he have to invite a girl over?

"It's all in the romantic gestures. Do something . . . unusual. Special."

"Why would I romance her?" Orlin looked confused, "She's just over for dinner..."

Lucas blinked. Then smirked. Then shook his head. "No, no, of course, you're right. In that case, the secret is wine. A lot of good wine." He glanced around the store. "Any other purchases today, sir?"

Orlin blinked in return, ooooh "No, I think the first one would work best. Me, wine, bad." He grinned, "Can I have another button?"

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "They're a two dollars apiece, two fifty for custom made."

"I would like another one," Orlin says decisively, "Oh, and I got my transectional cross reverter amplifier finished. It works wonderfully."

Lucas is beginning to think Orlin is having him on about that transthinger. He'd only bought the discmen yesterday. "I'll have to stop by sometime, then." Lucas pulled out a button. "Is this one to your satisfaction?"

"I would rather have one with a cartoon, or Han Solo." Orlin says pleasantly, feeling much more calm, "Do you have any of those?"

Lucas blinked. "I have one of a mother giraffe kissing a baby giraffe. . . ." He dug around in the box of buttons. "Or this one. Any others and I'll have to make it custom."

"I like that one," he said pointing to the second one. "that will be fine."

"Alright, then." Lucas rang up the total. "I hope your dinner goes swimmingly."

"I'm sure it will," Orlin agrees pleasantly, "Now that I have my pin, and music."

"Of course. Enjoy."

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