“Quarterflash? Jesus.” Brian frowned as he retrieved the tapes from the kid’s limp hand. He studied the cover art with a dubious look on his face. “Maybe he likes alto sax.” He checked out the other tape, too. “Van Halen II. This isn’t even a great album. I’m tempted to let him have it.” He shrugged and looked up. His arm was still draped across Troy’s shoulder.
He was grateful to the brunette. Nothing better than being humiliated in front of a girl to dissuade the kid from coming back.
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on 2013-09-14 12:47 am (UTC)He was grateful to the brunette. Nothing better than being humiliated in front of a girl to dissuade the kid from coming back.