closed starter for: @ferromax
when: downtown gastown’s halloween hootenanny
“Hi there,” DJ says after appearing on the other side of the DJ booth like whac-a-mole, a tequila grin on his face after two fast downed shots to amp up his own levels of courage before he departed from his friend for a moment to ask two things that had been bugging him since Max took over the decks.
“I know you.” It’s not a statement, he’s only ninety percent sure on it, but it’s not a question either because that ten percent deviation wasn’t enough to have him perplexed. The greeting grows stranger as he leans in a little closer so he can be heard without qualms over the beats being played.
“But I’d have to see your abs to confirm.”
( Was he above embodying a woo woo Spring Breaker and starting a take your shirt off chant in the middle of a hootenanny? Not at all. )
