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Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

There was no special sign hanging up in the doorway today.

Jono had his guitar with him, but he certainly wasn't playing it.

Even the music was a bit on the subdued side, really. And could anyone blame him? He'd spent an impressive amount of time yesterday in Haven, playing footie with giant bomb-dropping explosive robots with Jak.

He was there, and the Groovy Tunes was even open, but today, Jonothon was grabbing a much-needed nap in his seat by the counter.

[Open and OCD free! Sorry for the later-than-usualness of this. I got distracted by Kazoo de Chocobo.]

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"Jono, Jono, Jono!"

Consider your nap officially ended; but at least Ariel had come in a little later than usual, to give him a little extra time.

"Ohmygosh, Jono, I'm so sorry I'm late stopping by, but I was busy doing something very, very important."

//Mmhm?// Jono cracked open one eye. And then the other. And then worked on shaking the last bit of sleep out of the corners of his head. Hello, Ariel. //Important enough to warrant two verys, I see.//

"Oh, yes," Ariel gave a grave nod, so grave that it was littered with giggles. "I'm going to lead a club! I was talking to Mister Deadpool about being my faculty advisor."

Jono was going to need to take this moment to rub at his eyes and then stretch. Okay, now he was more or less functional again.

//Sorry,// he said after a moment, //I must be hearin' things, luv. I almost thought you just said you'd spoken to Deadpool about being faculty advisor for a club.//

Crazy bloke, red costume, kept saying things about Apocalypse's lips and blue fairies about Jonothon on the radio?

"Uh-huh!" Ariel chirped excitedly. "It's going to be a glee club, like on that one TV show! So you have to join in, Jono, you can play guitar for us!"

//Play guitar,// Jono echoed. //For a glee club.// And he scratched at the back of his neck. //Run by you.// And pulled himself to his feet. //With Deadpool at th'helm.//

His mind, it boggled.

//And I have to, you say.//

"Well, no, of course, you don't have to...." Ariel said, but she said it with such wide, blinking eyes, the kind that looked like they were on the verge of a terrible, devastating, unbearable disappointment if he said he didn't want to...

"I wouldn't want you to do it if you didn't want to..."

... Ariel, that's cheating. Cheating horribly, and you know it.

//When are meetings?//

Very effective cheating, of course. Someday, Jonothon would stop being such a complete teddy bear, and this would all work out much differently.

For now, it looked like Glee Club was going to end up with a guitarist.

It was, but she couldn't feel bad about it. The look was instantly replaced with a bright, pleased smile. "We're aiming for Wednesdays," she said. "I'm not sure if we'll get it, but that's, I think, when they'll be. After classes, of course. So you'll really, really do it?"

//Well,// Jono replied, his tone about as put-out as he could manage to make it seem, even if really, he wasn't terribly so, //it's not as though I've got anything else to do with my Wednesdays.//

He would survive this. Somehow. If it involved coming to meetings with a can of Mace in his pocket. He would survive this.

"Yaaaaaaay!" Ariel grinned at him, giving her hands a little clap and a pleased little bounce. "So that makes at least two people for sure, and, heck, even if no one else signs up, we'll be awesome together."

There was something horribly wrong about Jono being in glee club, wasn't there?

//Yourself and me? Or is there somebody else you've asked?//

It would certainly make for an interesting club if it was just the two of them...

"No one else yet," Ariel said. "I came here straight after talking to Mister Deadpool. But, I mean, obviously I'm going to ask Christian, and I can probably get Rinoa to join in, too, and then maybe she could talk to Squall, because that would be hilarious. And I'm sure there's plenty of musically inclined people I'm not even thinking about right now, and you could talk to the other people in your band!"

//I could, at that,// Jono noted, because there was no way in hell he was going to risk being the second half of a two-person act under Deadpool. //Peter knows piano.//

Yes, Jono. Offer up more meat.

"Ooh, yeah we'll definitely need a piano player," said Ariel, though her nose wrinkled slightly to hear that it was Peter. Still, music was a great unifier and maybe it could make him stop trying to call her out for being a mermaid like a crazy person.

Crazy, crazy people, indeed.

Of course, here was Jonothon, already referring to people as members of his band, a few of whom still weren't actually aware of that fact yet. Poor George.

//Not a fan?//

Yes, he'd noticed the wrinkled nose.

Yeah, he would.

"Oh!" said Ariel, realizing she was caught but trying to pass it off. "Oh, no, I like Peter well enough. I mean, we did go on a few dates this summer and everything, but, well," the nose wrinkled again, "he's just been a little weird after I came back with my voice and everything..."

//Not a terrible fan of change, is he?// Jono's voice went a little sympathetic at that, yes. //My sympathies, luv.//

He'd been there.

... Kind of.

"Oh, it's okay," Ariel said, waving a hand dismissively, since she definitely wasn't planning on going to far into detail, anyway. "He'll get used to it."

//I suppose he'll have to,// Jono agreed, shrugging a little. //It's just a shame that something like yer gettin' yer voice back would throw him off so much. It's not really a bad thing, I'm certain.//

Seriously. Talking. Hey, he missed that.

//But if yer sure, I can try to chase him down, see if he's interested in joining th'club as well.//

"Thanks, Jono," Ariel said, smiling over at him. "The more the merrier, you know? Although, really, we could hold it on our own if we had to, I think."

//Oh, no, I don't doubt that, luv.//

Though he couldn't help but wonder just how horribly his post-grunge would clash against her newfound love for hip-hop...

//I suppose I'll see you at th'club fair, then.//

"Definitely! But, hey, club stuff aside, how's your day been? Were you napping when I came in? You looked like you were napping."

//I was most certainly hard at work,// Jonothon protested. //... Napping.//

Napping was a very strenuous task, Ariel.

Clearly. Now Ariel really couldn't help giggling.

"Are you at least better rested? Long night?"

//All of my nights are long nights, luv.// Which Jono had to share because he was a grumpy emoface. //But beyond that, yesterday was... Also long.//

Yes. That was a good way of putting it.

"Probably nothing you want to talk about," Ariel guessed, eying his grumpy emoface. "But you know I'm going to ask anyway, don't you?"

//Yes,// he sighed, //I figured as much.//

Really, what kind of big brother would he be if he hadn't seen that question coming from a mile away?

//I went to visit my former roommate back in th'city he's living in now. Meet him at a bar, wind down. Watch him have a few drinks, that sort of thing. Turned into a bit of a bloody runaround.//

Possibly literally bloody. The guard there certainly didn't look all too swell after Jak had demonstrated that new attachment for his gun, at any rate.

Ariel's eyebrows lifted.

"You guys got into trouble?"

//... That's one way to put it, yes.//

Things had exploded, Ariel. Exploded. And it hadn't even been Jono's fault, this time!

//Ended up playing football with explosives so that I wouldn't get blown up. It was brilliant.//

Truly.

"Wait, brilliant?" asked Ariel, who took that word usage right there as a free ticket to laugh. "Jono, that sounds crazy!"

Note, crazy here didn't appear to have a negative connotation at all.

//And it was that, too,// sighed Jonothon, who was slumping forward against the counter. //While being shot at.//

Because that was worth mention, here.

"You're okay, though, right?" asked Ariel, looking him over again.

//As alright as I ever am, I suppose. Little bruised here and there.//

Mostly on his bottom. He'd been shot square in the chest, but that part of him wasn't much for bruising.

/Tired, mostly.//

"You should go home," Ariel said with a little frown. "Get some sleep in an actual bed."

//I... should.//

There was the stupid thing, really. He'd been so focused on getting up and out of his room, being functional after what he was going to remember as one of the worst summers ever, that getting actual rest hadn't even occurred to him.

//I suppose.//

And now he was going to be a stubborn git on principle.

"Jono," Ariel gave him a warning look with a hint of a smile. "Do I need to remind you about what happened that one time with the rain? Do I need to tell you that nothing will stop me from trying that again?"

Jono's eyebrows lifted a little. Was that so?

//Nothing, hm?//

Ariel eyed that lifted brow cautiously before pulling herself up confidently.

She wondered if she would be pushing her luck here, but...

"Nope. Nothing. If you don't close up shop and march off to bed, I'm taking you home myself."

//Well, then.// Jono turned and nodded toward the guitar and amplifier that were sitting beside the seat that he'd zonked out in earlier. //Those were a bloody pain to drag down here this morning, luv. And living up on th'fourth floor, you can imagine how much trouble it would be for poor, battered and bruised me to haul an amplifier up so many flights of stairs...//

And he was sure as hell not going to leave any of it here for Christian or Delirium to prod at later in the week, no.

"I'm pretty sure you can survive the night without your amps, Jono," Ariel said.

//Oh, I beg to differ,// Jono replied, resting his elbows on the counter again, clasping his hands in front of him. //I fall asleep holding them close, you know.//

No, he didn't.

"Oh, you do not!" Ariel laughed. "Yeah, and I sleep with dinglehoppers shoved in my pillow."

//Well, that would be bloody uncomfortable, wouldn't it?// So help him, he actually remembered what a dinglehopper was. //All those pokey little tines...//

"And big heavy amps for pillows is even better?" countered Ariel. "Bed, Jonothon Starsmore. Nooooooooow."

Oh, so help him, Jono was going to have to stand there for a moment more, looking for all the world like a petulant child about to work his way into a good pout.

Only, when the pouting part fell through, it was about all he could do to make his way over to his things, and, at the very least, collect his guitar. The amps could stay, but his Stratocaster was going home too.

//Fine, fine. And no need to carry me, either. I think I can manage.//

Or else he'd find a bench on the way and nap there, instead. One or the other.

"I'm following you there, you know," Ariel said in a sing-song voice. "I'll tuck you in myself if I have to."

Guitar now nestled in is case, and case now slung over one shoulder, Jono was pulling out his keys and going through what were more or less the motions of closing shop for the night. He'd cash out the till in the morning, once he'd gotten some rest behind him. There were a few lights to flick off, here and there. A quick glances around to see if there was anything absolutely earth-shattering, and then a shrug.

//Fine, then. Though that won't be necessary, either. And I can pull on my pyjamas on my own just like a grown-up, too.//

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