Groovy Tunes; Friday [09/23].

[x_wondrous_x]

Stewart hadn't exactly been the...best at keeping up with his pilfered job and managerial title here at Groovy Tunes, except for maybe a few entirely handwavey hours here and there to pop in with the intention of doing something and just sort of losing interest and going back to his video games and...pharmaceutical aids. And, really, that was how it always was with him, wasn't it? Productivity came and went, and that morning, apparently, he was on a good swing and wandered over the shop to make the most of it.

Everything seemed to be working around here just fine without his help, anyway. He didn't know how that worked, perhaps some mysterious benefactor, like whoever the person who ran this place before working behind the shadowy scenes or something, but he wasn't going to question it.

He did, however, manage to get in a good solid hour of what could be the sort of work that would look halfway decent on a resume before he drifted over to the turntables at the back of the store and just sort of fucked around with those for the better portion of the day, where he found himself just mostly vibing out the Ladytron he was feeling by playing around with remixing some of their songs to kill the rest of his day.

Groovy Tunes is open!