Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

Ah, visitors' weekend. Full of all the delight and drama of... basically every other weekend on the island, if Jono was being completely honest. Lee had been occupied with the students and with Shogo back in New York this weekend and so she'd had to decline Jono's invitation. Which he understood. The fact that she'd declined it with a cheerful, "Get your skinny leather-clad butt back here and visit my kid, Starsmore," had helped cushion the blow, at least.

Which meant, whatever the case was, that he was working today rather than helping his vampiric best friend chase a toddler around the park at a brunch he couldn't partake in, which suited him well enough, he supposed. He'd thrown on a turtleneck sweater and a scarf in lieu of wrappings, since it was... well. Not cold enough to really warrant it yet, but not so hot that he'd flat-out die trying. He might get some odd looks, but not nearly as many as he would if someone from off-island were to walk into his shop for music to see a man on fire.

The stereo was doing... something... today, playing a bunch of sentimental garbage about family while Jono tried to ignore it and settled in to do paperwork instead.

//Should've taken Lee up on her invite.//

[OOC: Open!]

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[furnaceface]

Jono shrugged his shoulders.

//You like vinyl. Resume accepted.//

... He was not hard to please when it came to this place, that Jono.

//Can you count money, work a till, help people find things? You don't even need to know instruments, though it doesn't hurt.//

[hourtohour_notetonote]

"I mean." Simon blinked for a moment. This had never happened to him before. "I never have worked a till, but... how hard can it be?"

[furnaceface]

//I'm a complete bloody Luddite and I can work th'till,// Jono replied. //Shouldn't be difficult at all. I should be more worried about how you are with touchy stereo systems.//

[hourtohour_notetonote]

Simon shrugged. "Won't know until I try?" he suggested.

"When would you want me to start?"

[furnaceface]

Jono raised his eyebrows. Well, might as well throw the lad right into the deep end and see how well he could swim.

//Tomorrow?//

Jon, you were a dick.

[hourtohour_notetonote]

It's okay, Simon was used to that from people.

... And could be a bit of a dick himself.

"Tomorrow sounds, uh, good," Simon said, not entirely sure how he'd ended up in this situation. "... Does that mean I get the employee discount today?"

[furnaceface]

//Matter of fact,// Jono decided, //it does. But if you go using it now and don't show, I'm gonna have to be rather put-out.//

A pause. //And I might keep all the XO for myself.//

He knew how to hit where it hurt.

[hourtohour_notetonote]

Simon nodded enthusiastically. "No, I wouldn't- I mean, you can rely on me. I'll be here tomorrow," he promised.

[furnaceface]

//Excellent,// Jono replied, giving a nod of his head in turn. //Look forward t'having you here, mate. And mind th'stereo, hm? It gets a little touchy.//

Yeah. That warranted a warning all on its own.

[hourtohour_notetonote]

"... Touchy how?"

This was Fandom. Simon wasn't going to make any assumptions.

[furnaceface]

//Mind of its own, mostly,// Jono replied with a shrug. //Harmless, but ridiculous. I'm sure you'll see for yourself, mate.//