Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

So, the great thing about owning both a business and the apartment upstairs from it was theoretically that, when in a brief fit of nerve one decided to go to work for a day with only a t-shirt between his flames and the rest of the world, it was easy to chicken out and just run upstairs to grab spare wrappings or a turtleneck or something to take care of the rest of it. Or, at least, that was what Jono had told himself before making his way in to the Groovy Tunes and realizing that most of his clothing was already at Hannibal's, these days.

What hadn't he moved yet? His winter gear, mostly, since he hadn't had any need of it thus far. He wasn't resorting to actually pulling any of it on just yet, but he did happen to have a scarf close at hand while he perused order forms and listened to Pearl Jam.

First sign of anybody actually coming into the store he'd probably vanish behind the counter for a few moments to throw it on. Wearing scarves inside in October wasn't that strange, was it? It was seasonal!

This whole 'being less afraid to show his face in public around the island' thing was still very much a work in progress.

[OOC: Open, and my brain is only slightly full of gauze today! Progress!]

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[nuclear_snide]

Oh, look - someone was coming in! Although the first sign Jono would get would be Bob being there.

He wandered in, paid exactly no attention to Jono's flames, and came to peer over his shoulder. "Anything interesting?"

[furnaceface]

Congratulations, Bob. You were pretty much the only person on the island who could sneak up on Jono effectively enough to make him jump a little.

At least you were one of the relatively few he wasn't terribly concerned about hiding from.

//Depends on how you feel about Blur or City and Colour,// Jono mused, glancing sideways over his shoulder at Bob once he'd managed to sort of re-gain his dignity. //The Decemberists, Tom Jones,// he tilted his head. //Zombies?//

Shrug?

[nuclear_snide]

"I'm not terribly fond of zombies," Bob said. "Unless this is the ones in the club?"

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//Eeehm, no,// Jono replied, shaking his head a little. //They're a rock band. From England? From back in the sixties, though they've been active off and on since.//

There was a pause, and then Jono waved a hand, making his way into the shelving to pick out one of their albums.

//I suppose listing titles wouldn't do much good for you, hm? Care to give them a listen?//

[nuclear_snide]

"If you want." Bob shrugged. "I haven't got a particular preference."

[furnaceface]

//Well, you'd asked,// Jono decided, poking through a few CDs before surfacing with their Best of the 60s album. //This is what happens when you ask me about music while I'm standing in my element.//

So suck it up, Bob. Jono was going to make his way back to the stereo to put it on anyway.

He was turning off Pearl Jam for this.

[nuclear_snide]

Bob would be sure to be properly...completely clueless.

He listened to the new music for about half a minute and shrugged. "Seems...unobjectionable."f

[furnaceface]

//The hordes of screaming young ladies that attended their concerts back in the sixties certainly seemed to think so,// Jono replied easily, shrugging and leaning back against the counter. //I suppose I should be flattered or something, knowing you're clearly not here for the music.//

[nuclear_snide]

"Was hoping you might be reading something a little more interesting than lists," Bob confessed.

[furnaceface]

//Order forms,// Jono replied. //Going over stock that's scheduled to be in, and then looking at what I should be putting on order for later. That said, of course I've got a novel on the go. Who the hell do you think I am, Bob?//

The only reason he wasn't still spending his Sundays in the school library was that he'd graduated years ago and his Sundays were otherwise spoken for, these days.

[nuclear_snide]

"Do I have to answer that?" Bob asked, smirking.

[furnaceface]

Jono's answering eyeroll, there...

//Now I'm half curious what you'd answer with. Bearing in mind that your answer'll influence whether or not I feel like reading aloud today.//

No, it probably wouldn't.

[nuclear_snide]

"A generous and giving person?" Bob tried.

[furnaceface]

//You would've gotten bonus points for 'with excellent taste in music,'// Jono informed him, making a reach for his book all the same. //Ever read anything by Philip K. Dick?//

[nuclear_snide]

"That'd be pushing it," Bob said. "We've already established I haven't a clue about music." He perked up at the name of the author. "Porn?"

[furnaceface]

//Eehm. No.// And Bob, you were getting such a side-eye. Again. //That... was actually his name. Wrote mostly science fiction, was a philosopher in his time. No small number of big Hollywood blockbusters were based on his works.//

Sorry to disappoint, Bob.

//You should know by now I'm more interested in reading stories that explore what it is to be human than I am in reading blatant smut. Though if you have any specific requests, I suppose I can make an exception for next time.//

[nuclear_snide]

"Smut is all about being human!" Bob protested. "Or occasionally other beings."

[furnaceface]

//Mmm, yes,// Jono replied, vaguely amused as he opened his book. //Would you like for me to read about electric sheep today or not, Bob?//

There were some pretty sexual elements in there anyway!

[nuclear_snide]

"There aren't really electric sheep in it, are there?" Bob had thought it was a metaphor.

[furnaceface]

//Actually, there are. But that isn't really the focus of the book.// Jono shrugged. //They're more a status symbol. It makes more sense if i just read it to you.//

[nuclear_snide]

"Read on!" Bob settled in to listen. Not that he looked any different, but he was perfectly attentive!

[furnaceface]

Jono, for his part, mostly just looked amused as he flipped back to page one.

//A merry little surge of electricity...//

He'd been about half of the way through the book before now. But for Bob's benefit, he didn't mind starting over.

[nuclear_snide]

And Bob for his set aside his joking and simply listened. It was good to have someone who didn't mind reading to him, and stories (smut or not) were something he enjoyed immensely.

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It was late when Drac finally made up his mind to stop in at the Groovy Tunes.

"Hello? Jonothon?" Or was today one of the student employees' shifts? Maybe he should have called ahead...

[furnaceface]

//Hey, Dracula,// Jono greeted, peering up from behind the counter. He had another hour or so to go before heading back to Hannibal's to pack for the school trip, and in that time he'd hoped to at least make certain everything was in proper working order to last the time he'd be away.

Fortunately, music shops were fairly straightforward.

//Heads-up, it's a fire day. I can cover it if it bothers you.//