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      “and i kid you fucking not, this girl with her no foam, fat-free, sugar-free, extra chocolate, whipped cream, dribble of coffee b u l l s h i t had the audacity to ask me what i’m doing with my life ??” tona is lost in her rant, gesticulating wildly enough to suggest her talents were in melodrama and not music. “never have i used the words ‘check yourself before your wreck yourself’ but hot damn, today was a close one.” she takes a deep breath, long enough to take in the other’s expression. “so i guess, long story short, i’m gonna need about ten drinks. pronto. you in ??”

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the relief juno felt when graham played along washed over her and she couldn’t help but grin at him. “were you ever a scout? you look a little boy scout-y. twinkle in your eye, i could see you starting fires and pitching tents.” leaning back against the counter like she owned the place, a habit of hers to play pretend that she was more important than she was, she hummed, “i wasn’t allowed to be in the girl scouts, but one summer my aunt made me live in the backyard for a weekend after she caught me trying to make hooch, so it’s kinda the same thing, right?” her mind tended to race and wander, and her mouth often had a hard time keeping up. in the few moments where she registered the speed with which she communicated, she felt bad for her peers. 

“I was a city kid,” he replied. “Wasn’t exactly the type. Besides, my idea of camping was a luxury cabin in the catskill mountains. Not exactly the boy scout type of thing.” He shrugged. “But the honor still stands.” He shook his head and grinned. “That definitely counts, though I do have to say, it seems a bit extreme. Though might’ve been an adventure of sorts.” Graham didn’t mind that Juno seemed to move at a mile a minute. His own thoughts were often fast-paced and endless, giving him not a moment’s rest. He’d been bordering on boredom before, and any possible reprieve from that was a welcome one. “So,” he went on, “how’re you gonna repay me for saving your ass? Free record? Undying loyalty?”

open starter / @recklesstarters​

After fending off yet another depraved customer by sic-ing them onto the new kid, claiming that they knew everything about Front Bottoms, Kat slinked into the backroom for their first paid snack break of the day. They peeled back open the fridge, searching for something to feed on, pulling out a container of something that might’ve been older than Rob. Kat inspected it for a label. Nope. Perfect.

They opened the container with a satisfactory pop, pausing only to check around any silverware or eating utensils. As they did so, they shouted, “If you don’t want me to eat whatever’s in this stupid Tupperware, you got four seconds, three, two…”

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ open starter / @recklesstarters​

SHE  WAS  LATE.  NO  BIGGIE  -  she  always  was.  today  it  was  because  the  line  at  classics  was  long  and  they  happened  to  be  short-staffed.  so  of  course  it  wasn’t  her  fault.  she  entered  the  record  store  with  her  cold  brew  in  hand,  “don’t  worry,  i’m  here.”  she  called  out  to  whoever  was  listening  as  she  moved  through  the  store  and  to  the  cashier’s  counter.  setting  her  cold  brew  down,  she  looked  out  into  the  almost empty  store,  “why  is  it  dead  today?”  she  yelled,  leaning  against  the  counter  and  rested  her  chin  on  her  hand,  “should  we  go  out  front  and  challenge  someone  to  a  dance  battle?”

Graham once again found himself roaming the aisles of Reckless, trying to occupy his time and fill the day—with anything possible that might’ve ignited a spark of intrigue or entertainment. His excitement picked up as soon as Luci came through the doors, and casually walked over to the counter, leaning across it to be closer to her. “Maybe it was packed, but they all left as soon as they found out you were coming?” He smirked, rolling his shoulders a bit. “Though dance battles sound fun. I do have to worn you though, I’ve got all the moves.”

flicking through a stack of new records, juno nodded absently toward the man talking to her, occasionally adding in a “hm,” or “uh-huh.” jeff, a middle aged regular at the shop, seemed to always stop in as juno was walking through the door. he was on some tangent about the beatles now, and while juno could talk for days about music, she’d rather stub her toe than talk to jeff about anything. adult men liked to talk down to her about most things, and she had very little patience for it. “hey!” she shouted, whipping around and facing the person nearest her - her saving grace, “how are you? we have to catch up, i have so much to tell you. jeff, i gotta go, we’ll talk later, yeah?” not waiting for an answer, she whisked the other away toward the counter. 

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Graham wasn’t expecting to be whisked away from browsing at a collection of the newest records out in the Indie Rock section, but he went with it quickly. His attention hadn’t fully been on the records anyway, his thoughts elsewhere, off in New York City where his mother lived in her empty penthouse. One look at Jeff though, a regular he’d only sort of gotten to know in his short time of coming to the shop, he knew Juno needed his help. If it was a different day, he might’ve let her deal with it on her own, see what happened and waited and watched. This time though, he gave her a bright smile and dove into conversation. 

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, sweeping his hair out of his eyes. “Please, do tell,” he gestured for her to continue. “You have my utmost attention, scout’s honor.” 

♪ harry styles. cis man. twenty-four. he/him. ♪ is GRAHAM JENSON here again? gosh, they really love it here. they have been coming to reckless records for THREE MONTHS. they’re always requesting DISORDER BY JOY DIVISION to be played. everyone says they’re +TENACIOUS and +CHARMING but can also be -OVERLY-ANALYTICAL and -STUBBORN. oh look, they’re in aisle 10! ( ooc: poppy, 23, est, she/her)