Empire Records; Monday [ 02/26 ], noon to six.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Head? Still hurt. Arm? Still kind of tender and very much covered up. Palm? Meeting his face every single time he thought of some of the drunken phone calls he had made (did he really say those things to Pippi? Nadia?). Despite all that, though, Chad was in a good mood. He'd been to Mexico. They won the competition. He'd gotten a very nice homecoming from Teddy, and there was a performance tonight. So long as he didn't have to move around a lot or take off his jacket, all was well in Chad's world.

Little flyers advertising the performance were slipped into the bags of each purchase.

Today's Music: There are a Lot of Songs About California


[[ empire's open; i hope i got the right monday for the concert? ]]

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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia came into Empire in the afternoon specifically because she knew Chad would be there. "So. How was Mexico?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

The small grin in the corner of his face was almost instantly. "Was good...: he responded, with a sort of drag in his voice showing how he couldn't wait to get back, although he was going to make sure that the situation would be altered slightly for the next visit, definately.

[nadiathesaint]

"I'm glad. I'm still annoyed you went to a warm Spanish speaking country without me, though." Especially since she'd spent a good part of her weekend out on the cold preserve.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad's small smile remained, but it was accompanied by an apologetic duck of his head. "Was kinda....spur of the moment, once I realized, shit, I'm in San Diego..."

The smile fell back for a second as he looked at her and he continued with a quiet, "Sorry 'bout the, uh, drunk call..."

Another pause. "And what were you doing out in the preserve?"