Curtis and Pietro, Saturday afternoon
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om_mainTo shed the awkward left behind by their last conversation, Curtis and Pietro head into town. They amuse each other with music recs, mutant talk, and Pietro's absurd flirting with Curtis' co-workers. Awkward: dissolved.
Curtis wasn't exactly a chatty sort of person, he talked when he wanted to or when something caught his passion but he was just as content to hold his tongue and listen. He'd been given more than enough to think about from the headmasters, the situation was obviously one that was pretty serious and could only get worse now that humans were growing wise to what was happening around them. Curtis knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of blind hate but this could reach crazy levels. Though, then again, maybe it wouldn't. They'd have to wait it out to see.
So when Pietro suggested they go into town he agreed even if he had been avoiding the other boy lately. He couldn't say no to distractions and music. They would be no Mel shopping today, whatever Pietro might have planned.
But all Pietro had planned was a little low-stress outing. Curtis had been... not avoiding him, maybe, but definitely less present in Pietro's daily life since Valentine's Day. Pietro, in spite his admitted lack of empathy in most situations, understood. He'd feel super fucking weird if their positions were reversed, but refused to acknowledge any awkwardness on his end.
Not like it had changed his opinion of Curtis, except to add a little bit of depth to the one he'd already formed. So if he just ignored the awkward, why shouldn't it go the fuck away?
Weird to think that last time they'd done this was right after dragon-girl had started her ill-fated YouTube stardom. The street was quiet, in spite of the bright, sunny day; no one was around to hear, so he didn't mind. "I feel like this is becoming my new 'fucked up mutant shit happened' de-stressing activity," Pietro admitted, shoving his hands into the pockets of a beat up vintage leather jacket he'd inherited from his father--and was finally able to fill out.
"Gotta have something to keep us sane. Relatively speaking." He just a little as he looked around. It was funny really, all the drama going down but the world looked the same. Almost peaceful really. "So, let's get this out of the way: what lame as hell nickname are you stuck with?"
Pietro chuckled. "I'll have you know that my nickname is awesome, thanks. Quicksilver." He cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "You?"
Curtis shook his head a little and pulled a face "Janus. Couldn't think of shit all else so..."
"I dunno," Pietro replied thoughtfully, though the smirk never disappeared. "Going for the badass classical reference is never a terrible idea. It's not as brilliant as Quicksilver, but I like it."
"In the UK 'Quicksilver' is a make of clothes meant to be for surf and skate kids but most kids I've seen wear it are the kind who just want to look like skaters but can't do it." Curtis told him was a smirk to match Pietro's. "But it's better than speed boy or something, you'd sound like a fucked up rave kid."
"Quicksilver's out of California; we have that too." Pietro had a shirt or two back in the day, when the Maximoffs could still afford shit where you had to pay for the label. Mainly because he'd been going through a, 'I'm pretending to think my weird ass silvery hair is cool' phase. "But it's a lot of things. Great book by Neal Stephenson. Dodgy poisonous element. Pun on the fact that I might be called mercurial. I'll take it all.
"Fucked up rave kid, not so much. Anyhow, Speed Boy lacks imagination." He made a sort of grand gesture, as if to indicate all the peasants of Salem Center. "We can do better."
"And if anyone has imagination in this place it's you. Mine came from one of the books I'm reading for class, that's pretty much it. Kinda curious to find out what the other shifters and speedsters thought of, in contrast you know?" As they walked he shoved his hands into his pockets, though the sun was out it was the kind of February sun that wasn't all that warm.
"Yeah, definitely," Pietro admitted, his own hands fidgeting in their respective pockets. "Eames is bound to come up with something pretty. Not sure about the speedsters, but if the Beaubiers pick something wonder-twinny I will die of laughter. Wanda went with Scarlet Witch, partly for a laugh."
"Nice." Curtis smiled his amusement though didn't bother to mention he hadn't met Pietro's famous twin yet. Most people in the school he saw in class but hadn't really 'met' to the point were it was getting a little pathetic. Maybe Scott was right, maybe he was turning anti-social. Not that he didn't have reason to.
"Music shop first or leave it til last?" Curtis asked to distract himself from that particularly depressing line of thought.
"I have no plans," Pietro said with a little shrug that made the worn leather creak. "All I was really thinking of was music, but I could go for a decaf. You got something else you wanna check out while we're here?"
Curtis shrugged "Just checking you don't have any other plans, I could spend all day in the record shop easy."
"For me to spend all day anywhere without destroying it in the end would be amazing, but if I could pick one place, it'd probably be there." Pietro chuckled. "Mainly I'm just interested in abusing your employee discount."
"It's the only reason you keep me around, right?" Was smirked back "Cupboard love, man!"
Both of Pietro's eyebrows shot up. "Cupboard love? I have no idea what that is but it definitely sounds like something I'd do."
Curtis laughed at the reaction and explained "Nah man, it means you only care about what I can give you. Physical things, goods. Not whatever shagging in a cupboards ideas you have! hate to break it to you." Anyone else he probably wouldn't have been able to joke with because of the whole Melissa and sex and general horribleness he'd gone through, but Pietro was safe and a cool guy. He could joke with Pietro just fine. Even if Pietro did know things.
"Figurative or literal, it's something I'd do--have done, okay, I admit it." He almost didn't say that last bit, but seriously, this was supposed to be about not acknowledging potential awkwardness, so there. He laughed. "But at least I'm up front about it?"
"True, but if that's what you're willing to share then God knows what you're hiding." It was said in joke and Curtis moved on quickly before it could become anything but a joke. He opened the door to the music store for the other boy and smirked "After you, Speed Boy." He wasn't sure who would be working that afternoon though there were a couple of the older college kids who did random shifts. A few of whom Curtis had private bets on who Pietro would eye-fuck the most.
"I'm an open book, two-face," Pietro quipped as he walked past Curtis. As expected, his gaze landed on one of the older kids behind the counter, a gorgeous girl with a septum piercing and both ears full of metal who looked like she could kick some ass--name sticker said BONITA, and that seemed ridiculously accurate, didn't it?
He sort of avoided being too obvious, though, not sure if it'd bug Curtis. He remembered how uncomfortable Melissa had been under his gaze--him, of all dudes--Valentine's Day. He wouldn't have minded flirting with the chick a little, but no point pushing the "ignoring awkwardness" stance to its breaking point.
Curtis didn't mind at all, mid-meltdown aside he knew perfectly well the difference between an appreciative gaze and a skeevy one. Plus Nita was was of his colleagues that he'd expected Pietro to react like that with. He walked past his friend, sending him a knowing smirk, before approaching the counter for a chat. it'd be rude not to say hi after all. Plus he could find out who else was on shift.
That made Pietro feel slightly better, so he didn't mind checking out the pretty blond boy who wandered by, also an employee he'd seen once or twice (but whose nametag was always too covered with stickers and shit to read), and smirking cheekily when their eyes met. His attention returned to Bonita quickly enough, however, when he rolled up behind Curtis to the counter. He plucked at the offerings near the register, new releases, mainly. Ugh, country, really?
As Pietro joined them, Curtis was in the middle of bartering which shifts he'd be willing to cover or swap. Though only employed as a Saturday boy, they'd apparently lost two guys in the last few days so everyone was having to pull together. He turned to Pietro as Bonita disappeared into the back to grab the rota. "Sounds like it's all drama here too, no rest for the wicked eh?." He commented before asking "Enjoying the scenery are we?"
"I admit to having a thing for girls who look like they could kick my ass," Pietro said with a grin. "And boys who look like they could not--or at least would not. Sexist of me, yes, but the heart" --or something like that-- "Wants what it wants."
"And, you know, Nita and Jack aren't even the guys I reckoned you'd be into the most." Curtis smirked before adding "Yeah some evenings get that quiet." Not that he'd only thought of his colleagues in terms of who Pietro would get a hard on for. He liked hanging out with most the guys, and even sort of flirted with some of the girls. Innocently, friendly flirting. He wasn't looking to date or even shag though. Even as himself he'd sort of lost interest for the time being, though figured it would come back at some point.
"Wait til you meet Bray and Chloe."
"Aww, Curtis, you do like me." Pietro grinned. "Well. If you think they can handle the fabulous that is Quicksilver, please do introduce us."
"Don't tell anyone alright, gotta keep up my anti-social appearances." Curtis smirked back, turning around again as Nita returned with the rota. Before anything could side track, he decided to introduce Pietro just to be nice.
Pietro was all smiles and graciousness as he turned to face her, too. Yeah, yeah, he'd as soon marry one of them as date them, but there was no danger of that, so why not have a little fun? Anyhow, if Curtis could get a kick out of his idiotic libido, awesome.
"This is Pietro, he's goes to my school." Curtis explained to her with a smile "Pietro Maximoff meet Bonita Ladron de Guevara." He then lent back against a nearby rack to look over the rota, though more than half his attention was on Pietro, he was interested to see that his friend was like in full flirt mode. He had a feeling it could be pretty funny.
"Hi, Bonita." Pietro held out his hand for a shake. "Any chance you picked the tunes? Because I love The Jam."
Curtis grinned as he listened to his co-worker tell Pietro that the current playlist was mostly Jack's though she'd picked the next couple of tracks queued. Though she wasn't exactly warm, Curtis knew after a few weeks that it was just her way. She liked to suss someone out first.
"You like The Stranglers?" She asked Pietro as she skipped a track in the playlist, causing a cry of protest from Jack somewhere between hip-hop and easy listening. Curtis had been a real disappoint for Nita in that respect, he hadn't heard of half of the supposed British bands or singers that she enjoyed. She'd been threatening to give him 'an education of his culture' their last shift together.
Hmm, this Jack definitely required further investigation, but for now Pietro only spared the back of the boy's head a glance, as he was concentrating on the girl before him. No, she was not overly excited to be talking to him, but she was cool; considering Pietro's desperate situation with certain girls, he did not find this at all daunting. He replied with, "I don't know, but I'm guessing I'm about to get educated."
Deciding to cut in before he was completely forgotten, Curtis handed the rota back to Nita "Ok, before I lose you two in Brit Punk Rock 101, I've marked down three afternoons on there I can do extra." Considering the fact that he was now dressing for two, the extra money would definitely be put to good use.
Meanwhile Pietro was listening--and digging the bassline, though it was a little more tame than his usual punk tastes, tinged with some proto-ska sensibilities he wasn't so sure about. But definitely a band who'd require further investigation, anyhow. He made a face that would say as much, eyebrows high, lower lip jutting, nodding.
Having lost interest in the situation to some degree, Curtis wandered away to check out a few of the new deliveries and let Pietro either crash and burn or win Bonita over without the pressure of an audience. He, of course, heard plenty of his co-workers musical opinions anyway so it was like he felt like he'd miss much.
Pietro chatted Nita up a bit, and though she never seemed very impressed, she was very, very willing to educate. They got into a huge Buzzcocks vs. Joy Division situation that took about five minutes, but agreed to differ (again, she was a little more chill than him--a thorough discussion and laugh over the scene in Control with Peter Hook saying "You know I don't mind the Buzz, but calling themselves cocks... I don't get it. Just couldn't stand for it, that's all." brought them back around to common ground).
Feeling vaguely accomplished, he strolled back toward Curtis, grabbing a few things for Wanda on the way. When he got there, he said, "She's a tough one to crack, but I admit that those are my favorites."
"I think it's her way of seeing who's worth her time, you know?" Curtis nodded as he flipped through the racks. "What did you think of the Calvin Harris we got last time?" There hadn't been much time for music chats lately, not that Curtis had felt very comfortable in approaching Pietro anyway. Not after the Melissa stuff.
Smiling (and maybe getting a little chest-puffy) at Curtis's reply in re Nita, Pietro replied, "Great. Found some stuff I already owned that he remixed, too. Incredible Florence + The Machine one. I'll kick it over to you when we get home; things have been weird so it just slipped my mind."
"Cool, ain't heard that one. Some of his older stuff is pretty cool too, back when he did his own vocals." Curtis told him with an enthusiastic grin. A grin that usually only existed when talking about music and running, his two passions. "Born in the eighties, all the girls, you heard any of them yet?" He was assuming Pietro had been youtubeing his recs as he had been with Pietro's.
"Yeah, that 80s one is hilarious with the video. Total ass-shaker, so you know I'm on board." He aimed a smile at the guy he was pretty sure was Jack, who was wandering by with a box of something. "Also what's up with that new Dizzee track--is the album even out?"
"What I read last month is it's still being worked on, he released bass line as a taster. If that's the taster though the rest's gonna be fucking sick." And now he was working in the right place to be one of the first to hear it, if he could convince the manager that more UK stuff would be worthwhile profits-wise. "Maybe you should apply for a job here." He added lightly since he wasn't oblivious to Pietro's flirting. Of course he knew the many reasons why Pietro couldn't and shouldn't, still it would be pretty fun if he could.
"I'd like to, honestly," he admitted. Jack was smiling back, so Pietro winked just before the guy continued away. Still, he could flirt and hold a conversation at the same time, god knew. "It seems cool as shit, and I could use the money. Plus there's the eye candy issue."
He had been grinning, but he sighed there. "Not to get all serious, but I wish I could, actually. Just--I'd probably go crazy wanting to cheat and use my speed for some menial task. I wouldn't, not while shit's so fucked up in the world, not ever. Too many peoples' safety relies on all of us not fucking up, right now. But. Eh. Life isn't fair."
"Popping in and hitting on all the staff whilst using my discount will have to do then, yeah?" Was smiled back since this was meant to be a trip to forget all that stuff for one afternoon. "Like you need much persuading for that!"
Pietro chuckled. "You're a pal, Curtis. Sorry, mate, whatever it is y'all say." Then, distracted by something shiny, he grabbed for another CD. "Ooh, Hercules and Love Affair. I don't own this..."
"Yeah, whatever, dude," was chuckled back in a truly dreadful attempt at an American accent.
Curtis wasn't exactly a chatty sort of person, he talked when he wanted to or when something caught his passion but he was just as content to hold his tongue and listen. He'd been given more than enough to think about from the headmasters, the situation was obviously one that was pretty serious and could only get worse now that humans were growing wise to what was happening around them. Curtis knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of blind hate but this could reach crazy levels. Though, then again, maybe it wouldn't. They'd have to wait it out to see.
So when Pietro suggested they go into town he agreed even if he had been avoiding the other boy lately. He couldn't say no to distractions and music. They would be no Mel shopping today, whatever Pietro might have planned.
But all Pietro had planned was a little low-stress outing. Curtis had been... not avoiding him, maybe, but definitely less present in Pietro's daily life since Valentine's Day. Pietro, in spite his admitted lack of empathy in most situations, understood. He'd feel super fucking weird if their positions were reversed, but refused to acknowledge any awkwardness on his end.
Not like it had changed his opinion of Curtis, except to add a little bit of depth to the one he'd already formed. So if he just ignored the awkward, why shouldn't it go the fuck away?
Weird to think that last time they'd done this was right after dragon-girl had started her ill-fated YouTube stardom. The street was quiet, in spite of the bright, sunny day; no one was around to hear, so he didn't mind. "I feel like this is becoming my new 'fucked up mutant shit happened' de-stressing activity," Pietro admitted, shoving his hands into the pockets of a beat up vintage leather jacket he'd inherited from his father--and was finally able to fill out.
"Gotta have something to keep us sane. Relatively speaking." He just a little as he looked around. It was funny really, all the drama going down but the world looked the same. Almost peaceful really. "So, let's get this out of the way: what lame as hell nickname are you stuck with?"
Pietro chuckled. "I'll have you know that my nickname is awesome, thanks. Quicksilver." He cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "You?"
Curtis shook his head a little and pulled a face "Janus. Couldn't think of shit all else so..."
"I dunno," Pietro replied thoughtfully, though the smirk never disappeared. "Going for the badass classical reference is never a terrible idea. It's not as brilliant as Quicksilver, but I like it."
"In the UK 'Quicksilver' is a make of clothes meant to be for surf and skate kids but most kids I've seen wear it are the kind who just want to look like skaters but can't do it." Curtis told him was a smirk to match Pietro's. "But it's better than speed boy or something, you'd sound like a fucked up rave kid."
"Quicksilver's out of California; we have that too." Pietro had a shirt or two back in the day, when the Maximoffs could still afford shit where you had to pay for the label. Mainly because he'd been going through a, 'I'm pretending to think my weird ass silvery hair is cool' phase. "But it's a lot of things. Great book by Neal Stephenson. Dodgy poisonous element. Pun on the fact that I might be called mercurial. I'll take it all.
"Fucked up rave kid, not so much. Anyhow, Speed Boy lacks imagination." He made a sort of grand gesture, as if to indicate all the peasants of Salem Center. "We can do better."
"And if anyone has imagination in this place it's you. Mine came from one of the books I'm reading for class, that's pretty much it. Kinda curious to find out what the other shifters and speedsters thought of, in contrast you know?" As they walked he shoved his hands into his pockets, though the sun was out it was the kind of February sun that wasn't all that warm.
"Yeah, definitely," Pietro admitted, his own hands fidgeting in their respective pockets. "Eames is bound to come up with something pretty. Not sure about the speedsters, but if the Beaubiers pick something wonder-twinny I will die of laughter. Wanda went with Scarlet Witch, partly for a laugh."
"Nice." Curtis smiled his amusement though didn't bother to mention he hadn't met Pietro's famous twin yet. Most people in the school he saw in class but hadn't really 'met' to the point were it was getting a little pathetic. Maybe Scott was right, maybe he was turning anti-social. Not that he didn't have reason to.
"Music shop first or leave it til last?" Curtis asked to distract himself from that particularly depressing line of thought.
"I have no plans," Pietro said with a little shrug that made the worn leather creak. "All I was really thinking of was music, but I could go for a decaf. You got something else you wanna check out while we're here?"
Curtis shrugged "Just checking you don't have any other plans, I could spend all day in the record shop easy."
"For me to spend all day anywhere without destroying it in the end would be amazing, but if I could pick one place, it'd probably be there." Pietro chuckled. "Mainly I'm just interested in abusing your employee discount."
"It's the only reason you keep me around, right?" Was smirked back "Cupboard love, man!"
Both of Pietro's eyebrows shot up. "Cupboard love? I have no idea what that is but it definitely sounds like something I'd do."
Curtis laughed at the reaction and explained "Nah man, it means you only care about what I can give you. Physical things, goods. Not whatever shagging in a cupboards ideas you have! hate to break it to you." Anyone else he probably wouldn't have been able to joke with because of the whole Melissa and sex and general horribleness he'd gone through, but Pietro was safe and a cool guy. He could joke with Pietro just fine. Even if Pietro did know things.
"Figurative or literal, it's something I'd do--have done, okay, I admit it." He almost didn't say that last bit, but seriously, this was supposed to be about not acknowledging potential awkwardness, so there. He laughed. "But at least I'm up front about it?"
"True, but if that's what you're willing to share then God knows what you're hiding." It was said in joke and Curtis moved on quickly before it could become anything but a joke. He opened the door to the music store for the other boy and smirked "After you, Speed Boy." He wasn't sure who would be working that afternoon though there were a couple of the older college kids who did random shifts. A few of whom Curtis had private bets on who Pietro would eye-fuck the most.
"I'm an open book, two-face," Pietro quipped as he walked past Curtis. As expected, his gaze landed on one of the older kids behind the counter, a gorgeous girl with a septum piercing and both ears full of metal who looked like she could kick some ass--name sticker said BONITA, and that seemed ridiculously accurate, didn't it?
He sort of avoided being too obvious, though, not sure if it'd bug Curtis. He remembered how uncomfortable Melissa had been under his gaze--him, of all dudes--Valentine's Day. He wouldn't have minded flirting with the chick a little, but no point pushing the "ignoring awkwardness" stance to its breaking point.
Curtis didn't mind at all, mid-meltdown aside he knew perfectly well the difference between an appreciative gaze and a skeevy one. Plus Nita was was of his colleagues that he'd expected Pietro to react like that with. He walked past his friend, sending him a knowing smirk, before approaching the counter for a chat. it'd be rude not to say hi after all. Plus he could find out who else was on shift.
That made Pietro feel slightly better, so he didn't mind checking out the pretty blond boy who wandered by, also an employee he'd seen once or twice (but whose nametag was always too covered with stickers and shit to read), and smirking cheekily when their eyes met. His attention returned to Bonita quickly enough, however, when he rolled up behind Curtis to the counter. He plucked at the offerings near the register, new releases, mainly. Ugh, country, really?
As Pietro joined them, Curtis was in the middle of bartering which shifts he'd be willing to cover or swap. Though only employed as a Saturday boy, they'd apparently lost two guys in the last few days so everyone was having to pull together. He turned to Pietro as Bonita disappeared into the back to grab the rota. "Sounds like it's all drama here too, no rest for the wicked eh?." He commented before asking "Enjoying the scenery are we?"
"I admit to having a thing for girls who look like they could kick my ass," Pietro said with a grin. "And boys who look like they could not--or at least would not. Sexist of me, yes, but the heart" --or something like that-- "Wants what it wants."
"And, you know, Nita and Jack aren't even the guys I reckoned you'd be into the most." Curtis smirked before adding "Yeah some evenings get that quiet." Not that he'd only thought of his colleagues in terms of who Pietro would get a hard on for. He liked hanging out with most the guys, and even sort of flirted with some of the girls. Innocently, friendly flirting. He wasn't looking to date or even shag though. Even as himself he'd sort of lost interest for the time being, though figured it would come back at some point.
"Wait til you meet Bray and Chloe."
"Aww, Curtis, you do like me." Pietro grinned. "Well. If you think they can handle the fabulous that is Quicksilver, please do introduce us."
"Don't tell anyone alright, gotta keep up my anti-social appearances." Curtis smirked back, turning around again as Nita returned with the rota. Before anything could side track, he decided to introduce Pietro just to be nice.
Pietro was all smiles and graciousness as he turned to face her, too. Yeah, yeah, he'd as soon marry one of them as date them, but there was no danger of that, so why not have a little fun? Anyhow, if Curtis could get a kick out of his idiotic libido, awesome.
"This is Pietro, he's goes to my school." Curtis explained to her with a smile "Pietro Maximoff meet Bonita Ladron de Guevara." He then lent back against a nearby rack to look over the rota, though more than half his attention was on Pietro, he was interested to see that his friend was like in full flirt mode. He had a feeling it could be pretty funny.
"Hi, Bonita." Pietro held out his hand for a shake. "Any chance you picked the tunes? Because I love The Jam."
Curtis grinned as he listened to his co-worker tell Pietro that the current playlist was mostly Jack's though she'd picked the next couple of tracks queued. Though she wasn't exactly warm, Curtis knew after a few weeks that it was just her way. She liked to suss someone out first.
"You like The Stranglers?" She asked Pietro as she skipped a track in the playlist, causing a cry of protest from Jack somewhere between hip-hop and easy listening. Curtis had been a real disappoint for Nita in that respect, he hadn't heard of half of the supposed British bands or singers that she enjoyed. She'd been threatening to give him 'an education of his culture' their last shift together.
Hmm, this Jack definitely required further investigation, but for now Pietro only spared the back of the boy's head a glance, as he was concentrating on the girl before him. No, she was not overly excited to be talking to him, but she was cool; considering Pietro's desperate situation with certain girls, he did not find this at all daunting. He replied with, "I don't know, but I'm guessing I'm about to get educated."
Deciding to cut in before he was completely forgotten, Curtis handed the rota back to Nita "Ok, before I lose you two in Brit Punk Rock 101, I've marked down three afternoons on there I can do extra." Considering the fact that he was now dressing for two, the extra money would definitely be put to good use.
Meanwhile Pietro was listening--and digging the bassline, though it was a little more tame than his usual punk tastes, tinged with some proto-ska sensibilities he wasn't so sure about. But definitely a band who'd require further investigation, anyhow. He made a face that would say as much, eyebrows high, lower lip jutting, nodding.
Having lost interest in the situation to some degree, Curtis wandered away to check out a few of the new deliveries and let Pietro either crash and burn or win Bonita over without the pressure of an audience. He, of course, heard plenty of his co-workers musical opinions anyway so it was like he felt like he'd miss much.
Pietro chatted Nita up a bit, and though she never seemed very impressed, she was very, very willing to educate. They got into a huge Buzzcocks vs. Joy Division situation that took about five minutes, but agreed to differ (again, she was a little more chill than him--a thorough discussion and laugh over the scene in Control with Peter Hook saying "You know I don't mind the Buzz, but calling themselves cocks... I don't get it. Just couldn't stand for it, that's all." brought them back around to common ground).
Feeling vaguely accomplished, he strolled back toward Curtis, grabbing a few things for Wanda on the way. When he got there, he said, "She's a tough one to crack, but I admit that those are my favorites."
"I think it's her way of seeing who's worth her time, you know?" Curtis nodded as he flipped through the racks. "What did you think of the Calvin Harris we got last time?" There hadn't been much time for music chats lately, not that Curtis had felt very comfortable in approaching Pietro anyway. Not after the Melissa stuff.
Smiling (and maybe getting a little chest-puffy) at Curtis's reply in re Nita, Pietro replied, "Great. Found some stuff I already owned that he remixed, too. Incredible Florence + The Machine one. I'll kick it over to you when we get home; things have been weird so it just slipped my mind."
"Cool, ain't heard that one. Some of his older stuff is pretty cool too, back when he did his own vocals." Curtis told him with an enthusiastic grin. A grin that usually only existed when talking about music and running, his two passions. "Born in the eighties, all the girls, you heard any of them yet?" He was assuming Pietro had been youtubeing his recs as he had been with Pietro's.
"Yeah, that 80s one is hilarious with the video. Total ass-shaker, so you know I'm on board." He aimed a smile at the guy he was pretty sure was Jack, who was wandering by with a box of something. "Also what's up with that new Dizzee track--is the album even out?"
"What I read last month is it's still being worked on, he released bass line as a taster. If that's the taster though the rest's gonna be fucking sick." And now he was working in the right place to be one of the first to hear it, if he could convince the manager that more UK stuff would be worthwhile profits-wise. "Maybe you should apply for a job here." He added lightly since he wasn't oblivious to Pietro's flirting. Of course he knew the many reasons why Pietro couldn't and shouldn't, still it would be pretty fun if he could.
"I'd like to, honestly," he admitted. Jack was smiling back, so Pietro winked just before the guy continued away. Still, he could flirt and hold a conversation at the same time, god knew. "It seems cool as shit, and I could use the money. Plus there's the eye candy issue."
He had been grinning, but he sighed there. "Not to get all serious, but I wish I could, actually. Just--I'd probably go crazy wanting to cheat and use my speed for some menial task. I wouldn't, not while shit's so fucked up in the world, not ever. Too many peoples' safety relies on all of us not fucking up, right now. But. Eh. Life isn't fair."
"Popping in and hitting on all the staff whilst using my discount will have to do then, yeah?" Was smiled back since this was meant to be a trip to forget all that stuff for one afternoon. "Like you need much persuading for that!"
Pietro chuckled. "You're a pal, Curtis. Sorry, mate, whatever it is y'all say." Then, distracted by something shiny, he grabbed for another CD. "Ooh, Hercules and Love Affair. I don't own this..."
"Yeah, whatever, dude," was chuckled back in a truly dreadful attempt at an American accent.
