Pizza Planet, Tuesday night, 7/10

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Enjoying an afternoon of helping A.J. paint his room, then painting her hands blue and leaving her mark on his wall, both decided pizza was in order. Especially since her stomach hadn't quit growling.

Walking into the restaurant, Annette grinned over her shoulder at him, "Smells yummy. Come on, let's find a table near the jukebox. cause every pizza place has one right? I brought lots of quarters."

(Annette is here with A.J. but Pizza Planet is open for all your pizzaria needs! yo!)

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"So that's what that was," A.J. snorted a laugh. "Here, I thought maybe you were a robot and you didn't tell me and your parts were loose. Jukebox sounds good. We going to share a pizza? I'm not sure I'm hungry enough for a whole one myself."

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"What? My stealth like moves didn't work? Dangit," Annette chuckled and slipped into a booth near the jukebox, arching back so that she could grab a handful of quarters from her pocket. Setting them on the table she told him, "Yeah, let's share. No way can I eat my own. You wanna order first then browse the jukebox?"

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"Sounds like a plan, O Non-Stealthy Smurf," A.J. said, looking around the table for some sort of menu. "What's your dish?"

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"I am so stealthy, you'll see, and pepperoni - if that's good with you?" Getting back up, she let him handle the ordering, "Oh, and a root beer. Gotta have root beer with pizza." Checking over the selections at the jukebox, she grinned and slipped a quarter in. In just a few seconds, Elvis Presley's Jailhouse Rock began to play.

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"Pepperoni's good. And root beer. I can dig that." And then the jukebox started, and A.J.'s grin grew into a surprised sort of amusement. "An Elvis girl? Really?"

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She nodded, looking shy about that, "Surprise you?"

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"Eh, no, not really," A.J. shrugged. "Just kind of approving. It's the hips, isn't it?"

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Annette laughed, "The hips and the eyes, and the mouth...can't forget that mouth. I really like Elvis and have lots of his music on my ipod. Seeing it here on the jukebox, well, I couldn't refuse. Too bad we can't dance," she teased, looking around. "And next song you can pick."

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"Who says we can't dance?" A.J. asked with a grin. And then came the doozie. "What's an ipod?" He was reluctant to ask, fearing the answer might be some weird Fandom alien thing, like pod people.

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"Dancing would be so cool," which meant Annette was very much game.

"An ipod, you know? A portable audio player that plays music? You can clip it to your hip, carry it in your back pocket, shirt pocket, comes with tiny headphones..." Annette stared at him, "A.J.? What year are you from?"

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Oh, crap...

A.J. suddenly looked like a puppy who knew that it was about to be hit in the nose with a rolled up newspaper for peeing on the carpet. He had a terrible, terrible feeling that he knew what was coming. Annette was going to tell him it was, like, the year 2525 or something.

"...Nineteen...ninty-five?" he said, as if he wasn't quite sure.

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She retained from giggling, but just barely. He was so cute! She wanted to reach over and mess up his hair. "Nineteen ninty-five eh? That's cool considering you are now sitting in the year two-thousand-seven. I'll have to show you my ipod, let you borrow it for a few days if you like," Annette would even go so far as to buy him one if he really liked it.

Pizza arrived and Annette grabbed a slice, grinning at him, "So? Whatcha thinking?"

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If there was one thing about A.J., he definitely had 'cute' downed when stunned. He was feeling particularly confused because that pizza seemed to come out of no where, because he was too busy thinking, uhhhh, two-thousand what?

"Right now?" he asked, then shook his head. "I'm thinking, uhhhh, two-thousand what?"

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She laughed, "Two-thousand-seven. Two zero zero seven. That's what year this is now. Cool eh? I'm surprised you've not heard that yet. Course, not everyone goes around saying, 'Hey, what year is it dude? Cause like, I totally forgot!' know what I mean? Pizza's here. Eat."

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"This isn't just pizza," A.J. said, shaking his head. "This is pizza of the future, man. I knew there were students from the past, but I, uh, didn't think I was one of 'em..."

"That's fucking crazy."

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She nodded, "Yep, welcome to the future of future pizza and future music of oldies but goodies!" She giggled then totally did a blink blink at the f-bomb droppage. Didn't bother her though. She's been known to say it a couple of times. She was mad when she said it but said it she did.

"Totally whacked out crazy." She added to that whole f'ing thing. She thought about saying it too but then figured he'd look at her like she was crazy.

"You're turn at the jukebox!"

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"All over it," A.J. said, shaking his head to shake off the fact that he was totally a time traveler now, and grabbed a slice of pizza to nibble on while he flipped through the options.

Ah, there it was. He looked over at Annette with a grin, "You said you wanted to dance, yeah? Even with a dork from the past?"

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She giggled and wiped her hands and mouth on a napkin, "Even with a dork from the past."

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"Well, then, get you cute butt up here and get ready," A.J. grinned as he dropped in a few quarters. "Best song ever to dance to, right here." He pressed the button, took in a deep breath. And got ready. Ready...for blood (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7wFpMJr_hQ).

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Annette slid out of the booth already laughing her butt off just as mun is omg dies and started dancing, banging her head and making a guitar pose with her arms. "This is so awesome!" She shouted above the music, watching A.J. dance too.

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Can't talk. Too busy being the coolest white kid dancing ever, yo. Dig that air guitar, heck yeah.

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And the head bobbing! All that hair! Leg movements are pretty dang good too. Annette just sort of jumped around, pursing her lips and nodding her head with the drum beats. She so needed to get out and let loose!

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Ah, yes. Mustn't forget the hair. It almost took on a life of its own.

A.J.'s energy held to the end of the song, where he grinned as he dropped, breathless, back into the booth, futilely trying to blow his hair out of his eyes. "See? They didn't kick us out or anything..." He let out as much a laugh as his lungs would allow, waiting to get a little more caught up with them, before reaching for another slice of pizza.

All that awesome dancing wore him out.

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Sliding into the booth, she picked up her root beer and practically guzzled it, then she slouched back and breathed deep. "Man, that was fun. Next song, totally mine."

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A.J. nodded. "All yours. But I'd like to see you beat Blood. Seriously."