Groovy Tunes, Thursday

[furnaceface]

Jono supposed that he probably ought to open the place today, since he owned it and all. It... didn't look terribly open. Not with the way he'd boarded up the windows that had been smashed in by some rowdy monster or other. He really needed to actually figure out where to go for replacement windows on an island like this. Did they even have a glazier, or was he going to have to hunt one down on the mainland, visit in person, and attempt to inform them that he needed their services in the form of interpretative dance?

He was really going to have to just suck it up and figure out the internet eventually. Yup.

In the meantime, he was going to be inside, playing guitar as he pondered what to do, with a sign on the door insisting that they were open regardless of the state of the windows. Honest.

He needed a vacation.

[OOC: Vanishing this evening for Ladies Night at the comic shop and then Winter Soldier, but open until then!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

And Jono was getting a text message:

One of me offered to exchange music some time. Are you still interested?

Or had it just been because he'd been a hot woman?

[furnaceface]

Nah. The hot woman bit had helped, but it wasn't like he could actually see her at the time. Jono read the text, set down his guitar, and fired one off in return.

I'll never say no to exchanging good music. See if we can broaden one another's horizons some, hm?

[sharp_as_knives]

I enjoy trying new things. When are you free?

[furnaceface]

Any time that I'm not teaching, really. How is your weekend?

His was wide open. Unless he decided to head for the hills, which was always a possibility.

[sharp_as_knives]

Fairly free for the time being. I have an appointment Sunday afternoons.

[furnaceface]

We can steer clear of the afternoon, then. Saturday or Sunday evening, perhaps? I have nothing to do either day, not really, though I am going to have to suck it up and find somebody to repair my windows, eventually.

Which involved going out. Ugh.

[sharp_as_knives]

Saturday evening sounds splendid.

Yes, he texted "splendid". Because Hannibal.

When you find someone, would it help if I called them?

[furnaceface]

Jono allowed himself a moment to be amused at 'splendid.' Because Hannibal.

That would be a great help, actually. Depending on whether or not the glaziers are located on the island, I'm bound to have some difficulty contacting them.

[sharp_as_knives]

I'd be happy to help. I shall see you Saturday, then, and come bearing music and wine.

Don't think he'd forgotten your issues with telling grapes apart, Jono.