Groovy Tunes, Friday

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Dante'd been doing a decent job of acting the part of his usual self: joking, lewd comments, drinks, conversations about cats. But the facade wasn't holding as well as he wanted it to. Last weekend had freaked him out and he still didn't know what to make of it all, but he'd woken up to the feeling of teeth in his neck and something glowing under his skin a few too many times.

There wasn't really much else to do but go back to Limbo City for the weekend and sort this shit out. He knew that.

He kicked over a gourd on his way in and sighed. For the moment, though, he had a shop to man, and 'Paint It Black' to master.

"I see my red door, I must have it painted black. Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts..."

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[intraspective]

Ino meandered into the shop from the theatre, rubbing her eyes.

Yeahno, enough sleep still wasn't happening. She might've drifted off for a little sometime after the party though.

"Booze?" she offered to the boy, holding up a beer that hadn't been opened yet. Ino was totally a responsible adult, shut up. "Also, do you know why there's a bunch of pumpkins with mouths up the stage doin' a pretty good impression of silent karaoke?"

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"Always," Dante said, snatching up the beer before he even bothered to register he didn't know the woman holding it up. "And no clue. Had to clear out a bunch by the door when I came in."

[intraspective]

"Okay, good," Ino said, unperturbed by the beer snatching as she hopped up to sit on the counter. "As long as I ain't the only one that has no clue I'll accept it as just a thing that decided to happen."

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"It's Fandom. It likes to fuck around on my shifts," Dante said, popping the lid off the beer with his bare hands as he watched her. "Who're you?"

[intraspective]

Ino tucked one leg under the other as she pulled her hair into her lap to finger-comb.

"Iris," she said easily. "Friend of Jono's. Who're you, yo?"

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"Dante," Dante said, took a swig of the beer, and added, "Employee of Starsmore's."

[intraspective]

"Another minion, huh?" Ino grinned. "I met Breq last night. Came out to sing at my party. What's your excuse for not showin' up?"

Ino didn't actually care that he hadn't, but she was going to tease him nonetheless.

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"Nobody's minion, thanks. He just pays me money to sit here," Dante said, rolling his eyes. "Had bigger things to do."

Like sit at home, drink, and brood listen to music.

[intraspective]

"We're all somebody's minion some of the time," Ino said cheerfully, leaning backwards to grab a pen to play with from under the counter. "Even if we think we aren't. I'd be hurt, but with that attitude the party was better off without you."

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"If you like being a minion, tell yourself what you like, but I'm not," Dante said, without heat. "Aren't you an adult, anyway? You wanna party with the teenagers?"

[intraspective]

"Karaoke parties know no age," she said loftily. "I bet you can't even sing."

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"I can sing, it's just better when the guitar does it," Dante said. "'m a fuckin' karaoke expert."