Snippet #2550305

"One T-shirt, please. Medium."

"Cool." Lionel sorted through the box of shirts, found a Medium. "That'll be ten," he said as he removed the shirt from the box.

One green Hamilton-fronted bill passed from hand to hand, and the shirt passed the other way. "Don't forget to follow us, y'hear?"

"Already did," the buyer said with a grin. "Thanks, man. Great show!"

"Thanks," Lionel said. Fuckin' smartphones. Keep forgettin' how easy it is.

The Robocop theme started playing over the speakers. Lionel craned his neck to see the stage. The next band looked to be set up already. Nice gear, or so he supposed.

Is Ted seriously going to get a digital amp? He thought about it. Nah. Probably not. I'll hook him up with some lifting.

That'll do it.

Speak of the devil, Ted wove behind the merch tables. "You go on in," he said. "I could use a sit."

"Suit yourself," Lionel said. "Who's the band?"

"Aborticide. Izzie said they're really good."

"Izzie? I thought you hated her!"

Ted shrugged. "She's mellowed out some from the person I remember. You and she might get along."

Lionel looked at Ted skeptically for a moment, then said, "Whatever you say, man." He ceded his seat to Ted and eased out around the others at the merch tables, then moved with the crowd into the pit.