Empire Records; Monday [ 11/27 ]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad was just resting his eyes a lot at work today; certainly wasn't sleeping. Certainly didn't have anything to do with spending all night hitting jello balloons off the roof all night. Such an activity really took a lot out of a guy's eyes. So they needed lots of resting. Something like that.

The soothing new age music he was playing probably didn't help. But it was sooooo relaaaaaxing....

Actually, considering the way his hair fell into place over his eyes and the fact that Chad didn't really move around much in general, most people probably wouldn't even notice.


[[ empire's open; up earlier than usual and with bounts of slowplay through the day as I freak out about super-stressful day, omg, hold me. *wibble* ]]

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[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude really, really shouldn't have been skateboarding, considering that he had been in a cast and on crutches less than a week ago.

Jude was kind of dumb sometimes.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad wasn't quite sure if someone should skateboard in a shop in general, but he had to admit, it seemed a pretty convenient mode of mobility. With the bell of the door catching his attention over the soooooooothing Zen music, Chad took a...rest...from...resting, leaning on the counter (carefully, always carefully) and watching the little guy roll in.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude clattered past slowly, lifting a hand in greeting. "Hey, bro. How's it hangin'?"

His tone, while mellow as always, was tinged slightly with bummed confusion. If one was capable of parsing a truly excellent mellow such as Jude's.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad lifted a hand back. "A little to the right and sorely outta use."

What? He asked.

"Can I help you with anything?"

He was eyeing the skateboard; he could never get into skateboarding because, yeah. He'd snap that little board in half without even having to put his full weight on it, probably.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude chuckled a little. "Good answer." He looked around, shrugging. "Lookin' for somethin' new." He didn't have anything that properly expressed his angst.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"New, as in different new?" Chad asked, starting to look a shade ponderous. "Or new, as in brand, sparkling, right out of the back, 'cause I'm too lazy to unpack it new?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"New-different-new," Jude replied, squinting one eye a bit as he thought. "'Cause the other one sounds like too much work."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad liked the way this guy thought.

"What'd'you usually listen to, then?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude threw up the horns for which there is an icon but laziness prevents from being uploaded. "Anything loud, electric, and despised by parents."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded approvingly of the description. "'Kay, so we want something different than that. So...anything that sucks." He scratched his head a bit. "May I suggest some Yanni?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude immediately made a face. "Dude. Not cool."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Joking, joking," Chad held up his hands defensively. Man, if he ever made a comment like that in seriousness, he'd hoped someone would be around to put him out of his misery. Dios mios...

He looked thoughtful again. "Um, well...usually, I always suggest classic rock. Doors, Zeppelin, Who...not exactly new, though, those..." Probably. Hopefully.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude rolled his eyes. "Good, yo. Yanni is like, a fate worse than death." He looked nostalgic for a moment. Maybe wistful. "Zeppelin got me through my last break-up."

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy entered Empire Records with a pumpkin pie he handwavily picked up at Jeff God of Biscuits, fully prepared to apologize to Chad. And of course Chad was sleeping. He sighed and put the pie in front of the sleeping figure, writing a quick note before leaving.

Sorry about Thanksgiving.
Teddy

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad wasn't sleeping; he was resting his eyes, dammit. And the scent of pie was definately enough to penetrate through his senses enough for his stomach to grumble, and that woke him u--- errr, interupted his eye-resting.

With a grunt and a shake of his head, Chad went into conscious mode again as Teddy was scribbling out his not.

"I smell pie."

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy jumped back, the events over the weekend making him more nervous than usual. "You're awake," Teddy said, pointing out the obvious.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," he said, "why wouldn't I be awake at work?" He was sticking to his story, dammit. "We're you been, Teddy? Haven't seen you around all weekend."

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy had never noticed how interesting the store was. All of those CDs in neat little rows and all. So interesting, in fact, that he wasn't looking anywhere near Chad. "Something came up at home."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad frowned a bit. "Oh. Everything okay?"

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Still not looking at Chad. Everything was in alphabetical order too. Interesting, very interesting.

"I don't know," Teddy said, trying for casual disinterest. It wasn't working. "They made me come back here before things finished."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad slowly started cluing in on the drifting eyes, his faltering attempts to be nonchalant. Good thing about being random is that changing subjects was really easy; stupid work. If he wasn't here all day, he'd offer to go meet somewhere and talk about it. Well, listen about it, anyway.

"They ate your cranberry sause," he submitted. "I owe you some." Especially now that Teddy brought him pie.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

The sudden change in topic, while completely welcome, threw Teddy enough for him to actually look at Chad. "Huh?"

It took him a minute to figure out what Chad was talking about. "Oh, um, that's okay."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"I tried to stop 'em, man," Chad said, going instantly into his prepared defense, "but they were relent-- oh." He realized that Teddy wasn't all too upset about the loss of sause. "Cool."

He scratched the back of his head. " S'it anything you wanna talk about? I work late tonight, but we can tomorrow or somethin' if you want. S'cool, too, if you don't wanna." He could understand not wanting to talk pretty damn well, after all.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy shook his head. "It's," He paused. "Complicated." And he really didn't see how talking would help with this.

He pushed the pie toward Chad. "Enjoy the pie. I'll see you around, okay?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad grunted a little, but he nodded. Certainly wasn't going to push Teddy into being all thereputic if he wasn't ready, but hopefully he knew that, if he was, Chad'd be there for him. "Thanks, Teddy; I will."