Groovy Tunes, Friday

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante had a ticket to get outta here a little later in the afternoon, but his general grudging 'okay fine you did this for me' respect for Starsmore did not extend to showing up to work early to compensate for leaving early. Sorry. He arrived around the usual time and snagged his favorite guitar out of the display, put on some inspirational tunes...

... and tried to work out some basic Green Day on guitar like he and Starsmore had talked about.

Look, the combination of songs made sense in his head. Probably not in anyone else's.

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[whenshewasnice]

There was no good reason for Envy showing up to make this delivery in person. None that she'd admit to, anyway, because she could be ever so private about needing the occasional break. So, there was a travel day in her schedule – the US leg of the tour was about halfway through – and she was spending it portaling.

She came in, her unnecessarily high heels clicking against the floor, and poor NPC lugging a heavy-looking cardboard box trailing behind her. (And just for a moment, there was a faint new addition to the already busy musical landscape of the store.)

"Jonothon not in today?"

You had your greetings, Envy had hers.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Starsmore?" Dante said, his hands stilling over the guitar. "Nah. His day's tomorrow."

Huh. She was hot. Not that that was a surprise around here, but still worth noting.

[whenshewasnice]

She was stunning, thanks for noticing.

The look she was giving him turned vaguely critical for just a second. "Well, you'll do." Wasn't as if she'd tried very hard to show up on one of Jono's days, anyway. It would've just been a nice bonus. She gave her poor assistant a simple nod, and he went ahead and set the box down on the counter. "I have a delivery."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Delivery o'what?" Dante said. He sat up like... a little bit, setting the guitar aside. "I mean, glad I live up to the... whatever."

[whenshewasnice]

"A delivery of records," Envy replied, idly tipping her helper before stepping up to the counter, herself. "I didn't bring very many last time, and Jono seemed intent on selling them."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Huh." Dante leaned onto the counter. "So... You're a lot hotter than our usual delivery person."

[whenshewasnice]

"Because I'm not a delivery person."

That's why she'd had help with her! Help, who was now leaving because his job here was done. Meanwhile, she flicked open the box and picked up one of the CD cases within.

Seemed like it'd make her point for her if she just held that up with the cover facing him. Since it had her face and the word ENVY on it.

[rebelseekspizza]

"... Holy shit."

Look, Dante may have picked up one of those records before.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy quirked half a smile at him. Something sharp about it, though.

"Yeah."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante tilted his head.

"Come here often?" he joked.

Sort of joked.

Look, there was an edge to it, too.

[whenshewasnice]

"Sometimes."

Far be it from Envy to not give a straight answer to a joke.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Old friend of Starsmore's?" Dante guessed. He slid out of his seat.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy didn't tend to see a whole lot of prolonged slouching in her presence, these days. Or men staying in their seats.

"Former Fandom resident, too," she replied lightly, by her standards.

[rebelseekspizza]

It was... more of a dilemma than what it might have looked like. Regardless of how this went, Dante didn't want to miss his appointment later that day.

But he leaned idly against the counter as soon as he'd walked around it. "You look it," he said, which sounded slightly like a compliment. "Bet you have stories too."

[whenshewasnice]

"Does that work on anyone?" Envy asked. Amused, but not in an obvious way. (Please.) "Am I supposed to tell you I'd like to share my stories somewhere in private?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"I don't know," Dante said, grinning at her (shamelessly). "I just go with the flow." He shrugged casually. "I take stories of the public type too."

[whenshewasnice]

"I don't know if I have your kind of stories." She knew she had his kinds of stries, most likely, with or without subtext. "How old are you, anyway?"

She wasn't saying she was interested. But she'd also heard about the Knives thing.

[rebelseekspizza]

"A month out from eighteen."

It wasn't like Dante had actually thought she'd go for it. But hey, if you had a superstar indie darling in your store, you had to at least try, right?

[whenshewasnice]

"Too bad," Envy tsked. Serious or not, it was hard to tell. (Might've been a different story in another month. Oh well.) "Anyway," she continued, "the box is mostly the solo, but I had them put in a bunch of the Demonhead album too, because I'm not sure that ever shipped here at all."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante managed a wry smirk - not quite disappointed, more of an 'ah well'. "Think I did see one or two," he said, "But I don't remember whether that's here or back home."

[whenshewasnice]

Envy looked pleased, in her own faint way. "Well, in either case," she replied, without getting into her smugness, "there are some. But the solo is the main thing."

Since, you know, she was alive and accounted for, while Todd was dead and Lynette was MIA somewhere without her arm.

[rebelseekspizza]

"I don't think I've heard that one yet," Dante said. "Heard about it, though."

He pushed away from the counter. "Mind if I toss one in the stereo right now?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Of course not."

It'd be a while before she'd tire of her own music.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante wandered past her and snagged one of the albums off the stack. "Sweet," he said, grinning at her as he brushed past on his way back to the stereo.