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Groovy Tunes, Friday

If Dante was completely honest, he didn't really want to come into work today; he'd been hovering over Anders for all of yesterday and kinda wanted to keep doing it again today, just in case someone tried to up and disappear the guy again. But skipping work over that meant admitting that he was being that much of a mother hen right now, and there was no way in hell that was happening.

So, hey. At least the stereo was behaving again today.

He popped on a disc of poppy European dance remixes - the kind he could actually stand - because he wasn't in the mood for anything heavy today. Then he drifted, restless, towards the instruments to study the guitars in a desperate attempt to channel all the excess energy he was dealing with right now.

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If Ringo were the sort to reflect on such things, she'd probably find it amusing how many people she knew who worked at Groovy Tunes. It was the major reason she was taking a break from her AT run to poke her head in and look around, in case one of those people were working today.

It wasn't like she really kept track of anyones' schedules, so spotting Dante had her eyebrow going up. She stood there wearing a pair of pants that would have had Kathy laughing herself sick and then looking for some matches, and called out. "Hey. What's up?"

"Half your pants?" Dante asked, barely looking up but unable to not make fun of that the second he spotted it.

"What? Jealous?" If Ringo hadn't been prepared for comments about her pants, she wouldn't have worn them.

"Yeah, not really," Dante said. "Had trouble picking between jeans and hotpants this morning?"

Funnily enough, his snark didn't sound quite as pointed as it usually did.

Ringo ignored the question, just looked Dante up and down and shrugged. "Yeah, you don't really have the legs to pull something like this off."

It wasn't clear that anyone had the legs to pull off something like those.

"Not sure that thing was made for legs," Dante said, leaning over the counter to eye her. "Shitting hell, did you make that?"

"It's kind if cute that you think I can sew." Because while the fashion of the pants was, well, questionable, they were very well constructed. Ringo'd worn them a lot before Fandom, through all sorts of AT wackiness.

"I didn't," Dante said. "I just thought you attacked some poor, unsuspecting pair of jeans with scissors or a knife or something."

"The way you do with your shirts, you mean?"

Oh, sick burn, Ringo. You were so good at this.

"Yeah, those are not me," Dante said.

Sobering for like, half a second. But no more than that. He was in a good, if restless mood, damn it.

"So what the hell made you get those? And what hell are they from?"

"Hey, everyone's allowed to make bad fashion choices when they're thirteen," Ringo said, apparently willing to admit that they were a mistake. She was just lucky they still fit, even if they were a bit snugger around the hips than they'd once been.

"Not that bad." Beat. "You heard radio yet?"

Ringo blinked at the apparent non sequitur. "Um, no? Did something important happen?" Usually you noticed when big stuff was going down on the island.

"Anders washed up on the beach yesterday," Dante said. "Literally."

Dante's tone suggested that Anders hadn't washed up dead, so Ringo grinned. "Yeah? That's awesome!"

Then, a little bit more concerned, "how's he doing?"

She basically just assumed that Dante was taking care of him.

Well, her assumptions were right for a change. Though hopefully Dante'd stop hovering before Anders got sick of it.

"Seems to be okay," he said, "Needs to eat a ton of food stat but he's alive and happy about it."

"And back," Ringo added with a nod of approval.

"And back," Dante agreed.

Funny. He sounded about seven years younger than his age saying that.

Good, miraculous things never happened to him. This was weird and new.

Yeah, Ringo wasn't always the most perceptive when it came to people, but even she could tell that Dante's mood was pretty unusual for him.

It made her grin.

"So how'd he end up on the beach, anyway?"

"Hitched a ride with... I think it's his version of Isabela?" Dante said, looking puzzled (and relieved about just looking puzzled). "I still don't know exactly how all that shakes out."

"Wait, his version? There's more than one Isabela?"

How did that work?

"I dunno?" Dante said, shrugging. "We've got like fifty Skywalkers from different times and places too, right? I don't think Iz left the island this week..."

Ringo nodded slowly. "I guess that makes sense?" No. No it didn't, but she wasn't about to try to figure it all out.

"Well, he's back." That was what was important.

Dante shrugged. "Not that I've seen her since last Friday," he said thoughtfully. "Eh. Yeah, the important thing's he's back, and I owe some Isabela something."

Ringo stood there for a moment, looking thoughtful. "So now you have to get used to having a roommate again, huh?" She said it in a teasing tone, but she was mostly just trying to figure out what Dante thought of it all.

He'd yelled at her for having rose-tinted glasses just for thinking good things could happen, and yet, here they were.

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