Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

Jono was in a pretty secent mood, all things considered. He was human shaped this weekend, which helped with that somewhat. The stereo was cooperating with him, which was always a win. And Joni had tagged along with him on his way to work, settled cozily into one of the deep pockets of his long coat.

So, of course, he was playing Joni Mitchell music on the stereo while it was willing to play along, and he was following along on his guitar while Joni stalked his boot lace.

It was a nice, laid-back Saturday complete with bonus cat. He'd take it.

[OOC: Open! Jono needed to have a good day to go with my good day. I hope you have a good day too!]

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[vdistinctive]

Eliot didn't generally have much reason to visit the music store, but now that he was going to be playing more regularly, he figured it'd be worth it to pick up some extra strings and such.

Plus, well. He wanted to be a good guitar teacher, so that meant trying to track down the one person on the island he was reasonably sure had probably taught guitar before.

"Jono," he greeted coming in, rather relieved to see him, in fact. This trip would have been super awkward if one of the students were working today. "How you doing?"

[furnaceface]

//Had worse days,// Jono replied, smiling to the best of his ability and offering Eliot a nod. //Which I suppose doesn't say much, but I really have no complaints today. Yourself?//

Joni was already forgetting about Jono's bootlace in favour of plodding over to sniff at Eliot's feet instead.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot was glad he hadn't brought Val along. He was likely to end up with a very excited puppy when he eventually went home smelling like kitten.

"Lot better'n I was this time last week." When he was freaking out because his boyfriend had turned into an actual, antebellum slave, so . . . not hard! "Figured I'd stop in for some supplies."

[furnaceface]

Jono nodded a little, knowingly. His husband had turned into an unwilling servant of some Galactic Empire and had brought home a kid. Last weekend had been complicated all around.

//Anything in particular in mind, mate?//

[vdistinctive]

Eliot shrugged. "Kathy asked me to start teachin' her guitar. I got some basic old music books and the like, but if you've got any beginner's guides for, I dunno, pop or rock or something. . . ." He shook his head. "Honestly, I got no clue what I'm doin'."

[furnaceface]

Jono gave a little nod of his head.

//Your usual modern teenager music? Is that the sort that she likes, or are you mostly just guessing?//

He could probably work with that, anyway.

[vdistinctive]

"I know she ain't super into country," Eliot said. "But we ain't talked about music much."

It was a little sad, really.

[furnaceface]

//'Not super into country' seems to be a teenager staple,// Jono mused. //I can probably work with that. Give you a few options to present to her, let her pick from there. How's that sound?//

[vdistinctive]

"Like a better plan than the one I already got," Eliot said. "Honestly, I'm makin' this up as I go along."

Which was kind of how he'd gotten into guitar playing in the first place.

[furnaceface]

Jono gave a little nod, pulling himself to his feet and setting his guitar onto its stand.

//Hey, that's not always a bad way to go about it,// he noted. //I think I have a few 'pop hits of the whatever decade' books sitting on the shelf. And if that doesn't suit her, there's always the internet.//

Look, he pretended to be a total Luddite, but Jono could mysteriously master Google when it came to getting his hands on more music.

[vdistinctive]

"What did people even do before the internet?" Eliot wondered.

If Hardison ever heard him, he'd pass out and die of shock.

[furnaceface]

Okay, for that, Jono just had to give Eliot an amused look.

//Walk into music shops, I believe.//

[vdistinctive]

"Yeah, yeah. The internet can't sell me a spare set of strings."

I mean. It could.

[furnaceface]

//Sure it can. But it won't let you test a guitar already strung with them so you can see how they feel to you first,// Jono replied.

Because hey, that part was important, right?

[vdistinctive]

Totally!

"Right. 'Swhat I meant. If I'm gonna be playing alla time, I'm gonna need spare parts."

[furnaceface]

//True enough,// Jono agreed, and then was smirking a little again. //Keep talking that way and you know I'm gonna draft you for th'band, mate.//

He probably wouldn't.

Maybe.

They already had a guitarist. And it wasn't actually Jono.

[vdistinctive]

"Ain't you already got someone on guitar?"

[furnaceface]

//I do,// Jono agreed. //And Dante's getting pretty good, actually. I don't know that we have a dedicated vocalist, though. Er. Unless Peebee's that. I think she's taken some interest in the drums...?//

He had no idea who the hell was in his band doing what anymore. For all of like thirty minutes, they'd had a clarinet player once, too. And a llama on triangle.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot smirked, faintly. "You sure you got an actual band?"

[furnaceface]

//We did perform at Pride,// Jono pointed out.

Sure, it had been Queen covers, and it had really only been himself and Dante, but that counted.

[vdistinctive]

"Musta missed that. Kathy had me doin' hair wraps."

[furnaceface]

Jono tilted his head a little.

//Hair wraps?//

He didn't have nearly enough hair these days anyway.

Fortunately, his mullet days were long behind him. Damn those early 90s.

[vdistinctive]

"Like . . . friendship bracelets. Only in your hair."

Eliot knew how to do ALL the hair stuff. He rocked tiny braids and beads on a regular basis.

[furnaceface]

//.... Huh.// Yeah, Jono used to be pretty obsessed over how his hair looked, if only because there wasn't much else left to worry about, but since he had his flames out all the time these days, and they tended to tousle his hair around anyway, there wasn't much point. //Sounds sort of fun, actually. If you're into that sort of thing.//

[vdistinctive]

"Seemed festive. Plus, Kathy did her whole big hopeful eyed thing."

Kathy could get Eliot to do basically anything, yes.