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"Oi, I'm not covering your shift again." David said as he waved back. "Catch ya later, man." David exited the shop and looked in the window as he walked by, the guy who came in after him already dozing off. Not many people bought music from stores anymore, which made sitting behind the desk and seeing if your makeshift paper ball can hit the Paul McCartney albums a constant routine. But, the boss was never around, so if you liked to goof off it was a good place to work. He flipped his cellphone opened and began to run through his contacts list. Most of his old high school friends either went to college or are working right now. What he needed to do was find someone who was unemployed and tolerable, the best qualities in someone to be bored with. "Likely studying, likely studying, likely studying, likely working, likely studying, working, working, and likely would ask me to post his bail. Great, turning into one hell of a night. I guess I might as well go home, grab a massive bag of junk food, and pass out on the couch during fresh prince reruns. Rock n' roll, David, rock n' roll." He closed his phone and took a heavy sigh, stuffing the phone down in his pocket as he continued walking.

"What I need to do is find a girl, or two, but one would suffice under these circumstances." He continued walking down the street aimlessly, turning the corner to see an under 21 club he frequently passed by on his way home. He had never gone in, but with such a dreadful original plan, at least stopping for an hour or so could do some good. He looked down at his clothing, realizing he was still wearing brown khakis and a black t-shirt with Mike's Records and Classics written across it. "Oh yeah, this would definitely bring the girls. I can see it now, them staring half-asleep, me insisting that they can't find a better deal. My, what magical times. Oh, and I now appear to openly talk to myself in public. The good times just keep on rollin'." He shrugged and decided just going inside would be best, so as to not lose that last bit of a days worth of pride. He walked inside the door, and was immediately blasted with the usual dance music these places offer. without even giving the crowd a once over, he immediately walked over to the bar and sat down on an available stool. "Hey, yeah, can I get a coke."