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Empire Records; Wednesday [ 12/27 ]

Chad really had no motivation to work today. And those magazines weren't going to last very long at all. He reminded himself to turn the pages very slowly.

Playing a rotation of all his own copies of the Christmas mixes he'd made seemed to alternately want to help or worsen the problem.

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Nadia came in early on in the day. It had been quite awhile since she'd actually come to Empire to shop.

"Hey Chad," she called as she headed over to what had at least once been the "why don't the radio stations wise up and play this stuff?" section.

"Hey, Nadia," Chad said, then shifted through his bag on the counter. "I got something for you."

How convenient that he shouldn't have to track her down after all.

Nadia had been flipping through Flaming Lips cds, considering shoplifting just for old timessake, but looked up with a grin. "Oh yeah? Yay, presents." She headed over to him. "Is it a guitar playing stuffed llama?"

"Not nearly as cool," Chad grinned back slightly as he handed it over. "Jus' a CD (http://senor-chado.livejournal.com/8294.html#cutid5), but, hey, you're leavin' here with a free one that wasn't lifted. Pretty good deal."

Nadia's eyes shifted sideways as she said: "I wasn't going to lift anything. . . ." Then they slid back to look at the CD, her mouth forming a small O as she looked over the track list. "Nice mix. Thank you, Chad."

"No problem," Chad said. "Sorry it was kinda late."

Nadia shook her head. "I haven't even given out half of the Christmas presents I owe people, yet." She slipped the CD into her bag, then turned to flip through the CD racks again. Oooo, Jenny Lewis made a CD. "I think I've only managed to give you yours and Walter his. Which . . . is pretty lame, when you think about it."

"You're..." Chad paused a moment to think about it. "Third. No, fourth. I forgot about Mac's cookies."

Nadia nodded. "What number would I have been if I hadn't happened to come in here?" She pulled out a CD by a band called Arctic Monkey and looked it over. Somewhat promising. She cast Chad a sideways glance.

What would he do if she did shoplift something? Just to see if she still had it?

The chances of Chad actually not noticing seemed pretty good, as he seemed rather distracted and lagging behind in the conversation, counting off people and CDs in his head. "Ah, no, you're fourth. Pippi got her CD already, too...."

"You said I was fourth already. Does that mean I'm fifth? I should be insulted, or something." Nadia calmly and smoothly slid the Arctic Monkeys CD into her bag, working on how to disable the security device without a magnet available. "You obviously don't care for me, any more,"

Chad rolled this over in his head a bit. He was having...one of those days. "Si, fifth. That's what I meant. And it's not my fault you weren't at the Christmas food thing. That's where everyone else got theirs."

"Well, I admit I was a bit . . . busy for that, ~~since my mun was exhausted by RL Christmas and kept crashing out an inopportune times~~ still, you could have come to find me." Jenny Lewis she would pay for, she decided, since she could possibly get Chad into a conversation about her roles in some other indie bands and distract him from her trying to run her purse over the deactivation field thingy that she hoped was still in the same spot in the counter. One more CD, then. She kept sifting through. "You do know where I live, don't you?"

"I'm not really sure I do," Chad admitted after a moment, refusing to feel guilty about not finding Nadia. He was...busy that night. Y'know, possibly throwing away a completely good thing because of his stupidity. As you do. "Fifth floor?" he guessed.

"Room 507. You should come by and meet my cat at some point. I think he'd like you." Nadia had already decided not to bring up Jude at all, to avoid any possible emo. Speaking of . . . she pulled out the soundtrack for some dopey teen drama, looking it over. Not a bad bunch of depressing songs. "He's blue."

Chad leaned forward on the counter (carefully) with a slightly tilted head. "Blue as in sad, or blue as in the actual colour blue?"

"The color. I found him that way. In a dumpster in New York. It was kind of a 'he followed me home, can I keep him', only with a bit more 'I put him in my backpack to make sure he followed me home' thrown in."

Her selections made (and the soundtrack and Arctic Monkeys tucked into her purse, since both were somewhat unknown quantities and she didn't want to have to pay for them if she didn't absolutely have to), Nadia headed up the counter, holding out the Jenny Lewis album. "Do you know if this one is any good?"

Chad took the CD and gave it a look. "Love this one," Chad told her. "But I could just be saying that to make a sale."

"Well, there are certainly ways I could test you," Nadia leaned over, resting her purse on the top of the counter, and probably giving Chad a delightful view down her shirt. "For instance, I could ask what you thought of her part on that one album, oh, what was it called? You know, with that guy from that other band?"

"Depends," Chad said, meeting her both her lean forward and the view down the shirt, although she definately had more to show off in that area. "You mean the work she did with Bright Eye's 2002 album, or the work she did with Ben Gibbard for the Postal Service, or her more recent contribution with Ben Lee or, hell, Jonathan Rice?"

Nadia's smile only grew, and she shifted forward slightly (coincidentally running the contents in her bag over the deactivation field for the security device). "Let's go with the Postal Service, for the time being. Then perhaps go on to Rilo Kiley."

"Loved her work with the Postal Service," Chad said, unable to not notice how close they were, leaning over the counter like this. "Haven't gotten into Rilo Kiley as much as I'd like to."

Nadia was not oblivious to the closeness, either. She was also not unaware of the fact that Walter was never able to have music conversations with her about anything modern. "I have a couple of their albums, if you'd like a copy. I like about half the songs, honestly, but some of them are really fantastic."

"Only half?" Chad's head tilted a little. Man...Nadia was really pretty... "What's wrong with the ones ya don't like?"

"Well, I love the Jenny Lewis songs, but the ones where Blake sings," she shrugged, now forgetting about the lifted CDs in her purse. "His voice just kind of drags, doesn't it. It makes the tempo of the songs seem way too slow."

Chad was starting to forget about what the whole conversation was about in general. "I guess I'll just have to check it out," he rumbled slowly.

"You should. I'd love to hear your thoughts on it." Whatever it had been that "it" was. Right, she was buying CDs. "How much do I owe you for that one?"

"For what o--" Chad blinked as his brain caught up. "Oh. Right. Uhhh..." He straightened and checked out the price on the CD, rung it up, then factored in a discount before delivering the ~~handwavey~~ price.

Nadia herself straightened up a bit self-consciously, pulling the purse back off the counter to root through for the wallet. Right, the other CDs. Well, this experiment seemed to be a successful, so far. "Thanks, Chad."

"No problemo, Nadia."

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