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“Uh – jeez. Maybe…” Dan stopped himself to think about it. “I think… I think we started around the end of 2006, and we got the album finished by the end of Spring in 2007. So it was – …yeah, it was pretty short-lived. And it was a fucking long time ago, too. We stopped because we couldn’t get any gigs. We got a few back in the day, but not too much past that.” He’d been living on and off in his car ever since then, but he wasn’t about to admit that to Arin.

Just the thought of how happy he’d been to make those songs with Peter got him a little bummed out. He missed being able to do that. Dan spaced out for a few moments before Arin’s inquiry caught his attention again. Looking up, he sent the other a surprised look.

“Um. Sure. Yeah! Just a second,” Carefully, he set his keyboard down and got on his knees to crawl a little closer to where his backpack was, pulling it closer. Unzipping one of the bigger pockets, he pulled one of the CDs out and settled himself back down on his bottom to look at Arin. “They’re $5. So, it shouldn’t be too bad,” He smiled a bit nervously. The case wasn’t that of typical CDs, instead having a bit cheaper cardboard case. All the signs of an indie band, Dan guessed.

“The song I was just playing when you came over is the first song, Hands on the Water. They’re all pretty rad, but that and Run With the Hunted are my two favorite songs.”

Arin couldn't imagine doing that. At least right now, he couldn't even dream of dropping everything and focusing on a creative career. He loved art and had dabbled in animating, but trying to do just that? Man, fuck that. He'd be homeless within the month and Arin couldn't deal with that. He'd rather balance his dead-end job and limp around with his hobbies to keep his spirits lifted. Besides, for the past few months working hadn't been so bad. It'd been kind of… nice with some of the new clientele coming in.

"You sound like you really miss doing that kind of stuff," he comment quietly, watching the other rummage through his bag. Arin leaned onto his side to pull his wallet from his pocket, snagging a five dollar bill to offer out in exchange for the CD. Cardboard case or not, it looked cool to him. He'd been offered 'demo' discs and CDs from street vendors in the past, but that was usually some weird form or electronica or rap and honestly? Arin cared a hell of a lot more about this guy's music than some stranger's.

Pocketing his wallet once again, Arin took the CD and looked down at it, flipping the case over and briefly opening it to look at the plain disc. "Sweet," he murmured, more to himself before he was blinking back up at the other with a wide grin. "I'll have to pay extra attention to those two when I listen to it, then."

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“Good point – I am kinda one of those guys that just sings whenever he damn well pleases. Not usually at 7/11s, though. At least I haven’t burst into song there yet.” He shrugged lightly, still playing away at the beginning of a mostly instrumental song he’d written years ago. That would at least give his hands something to do while he talked to Arin, he guessed.

“Yeah, kinda. This is how I’ve been earning some extra cash while people keep not hiring me, and all that.” He hated it. He would’ve rather been working a real job, but he couldn’t exactly do that if no one would hire him. Dan was glad that Holly and Ross were kind enough to let him stay with them, or else he probably would’ve just been living in his car for years and years to come – as long as he could actually keep up with his car payments, that is.

“I kinda just play, and sometimes if people seem interested, I offer them a CD for a few extra bucks. I’ve had like, way too many extra CDs of my old band for a while, so I’ve managed to get rid of some of them by doing this.” I bet Arin thought it was pathetic, or something. Most did.

"Yet." Arin repeated with a sneaking smile as he glanced up at the 7/11 regular. His eyes strayed a moment later, watching the other's fingers slide along the keys of his keyboard, tapping out notes to music that Arin didn't recognize and probably couldn't manage to make on his own if he ever picked up an instrument. As he listened to both the music and the description of his current employment situation, a small frown creased Arin's forehead. He nodded, looking considering, though he still didn't quite lift his head from where he was look at the keyboard.

"I'd say that you should apply at 7/11, but we've kinda got a full staff." He shrugged, finally looking up. "And I get the feeling that Ross guy might accidentally blow your cover with the whole graffiti thing." Arin tried to joke a little, to not feel so guilty over hearing that technically, this guy was unemployed. Which meant that this was how he made money and for a second, Arin was wondering further if he could get away with putting a few bills in that plastic tip jar. He didn't know, though, since handouts didn't seem like they were the other's thing.

Arin perked at the mention of a CD and - "A band? That's cool, dude." He sounded sincere as he spoke, straightening his back and tipping his head. "How long ago were you in a band?" Arin had to stop himself from blatantly asking what happened. Clearly, it didn't work out. Listening to the other, he seemed talented enough to be in a band and in Arin's opinion, he probably deserved to be making more than a couple bucks an hour playing in the park. Los Angeles wasn't a generous city. "Could I buy one? A CD, I mean?"

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As the song ended, the small group he’d accumulated dispersed, as if the “free concert” had ended. Dan couldn’t help but feel immensely disappointed by how quickly he was left to just deal with himself. Like, man. He could’ve sung more… And he still planned to, he just needed a little breather. He kept looking down as he began to rub at his aching eyes, only for his attention to be brought upwards when he was spoken to.

Arin. It was the 7/11 clerk. Weird. It took him a second to wrap his mind around what was said to him, getting him to just laugh a little as he got it.

“Yeah, I don’t usually just randomly sing out at 7/11s while getting food. So I can’t imagine you would’ve known.” He guessed smoking in a public bathroom wouldn’t do him any good right now if he had company. Maybe after he was gone. After all, he couldn’t imagine he’d end up staying there that long. “What’s up, man?” He vacantly let his eyes fall on his keyboard again, softly playing the same melody over again.

“Sit down, if you want. Better than just standing there and staring down at me.” He joked lightly.

Arin smiled a little, feeling very relieved to be recognized. That, and maybe even just a little happy to be remembered, too. He started with a little one shouldered shrug, pulling his hands from his pockets as he listened to the other male's slow and easy speech.

"I don't know," he started out, eyebrows raising up just a little. "I don't think I'd really put it past any of you to break out into song." Arin's smile widened. Ross seemed like maybe he'd sing, but he also seemed very obnoxious. If anything, the guy before him was the one of the group that seemed least likely to be a singer in Arin's eyes. At least, int he consideration that he seemed way to chill to bother, but that was probably a combination of the pot and it always being close to midnight when he strolled through the 7/11. Looking at him now, though, Arin had to say that the 'tortured musician' look was a good one from him.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, true." Arin laughed lightly, shaking his head as he made a move to step away from the walking path. For a second he faltered, feet shuffling in the grass before he decided to sit close to the other, a few feet away and facing him from the side. He didn't want to interrupt, really. There was a tip jar out and he'd feel like shit if he ruined some of this guys income by hanging around too much. "I'm just enjoying my day off actually. Or trying to." He moved to sit cross-cross, heading tipping for a moment as he watched the other fool around with his keyboard. "Are you… working?" Smooth.

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Thursday afternoon. Dan was perched in the middle of the large park, back against a tree with his legs crossed and his portable keyboard on his lap. He tried his absolute hardest not to fuck the tunes up, as he had people watching and judging him. Tiredly, he glanced to the small tip jar he had out.

Already, he’d made at least ten bucks. He was so happy about that, but he seriously needed to keep an eye on it. His jar had been stolen four times now at this point, and he was afraid he’d have a goddamn meltdown if he lost anymore money to the dickheads just walking around like they deserved the money when he’d been sitting out there for hours in the heat just trying to entertain people and potentially get some money in the process.

Just the thought of it really brought his mood down.

“Of all the things you hide, I hear in each reply – you’ll never stand up against the rising tides,” Dan sung the line perfectly, all the while trying to keep an eye on where his fingers were landing on the keys. He’d probably need another hit soon, once the song was over, so he could keep going.

With a day off and the sun out, Arin decided spend his afternoon away from the 7/11 he worked at and out of his cramped apartment. For a while, he spent some time texting friends, trying to sort out plans, but with a lot of his friends being his coworkers and busy, Arin decided to just go out on his own. He'd spent a handful of hours wasting time at a local coffee shop, getting coffee and splurging on two seventy-five cent refills before he realized it probably wasn't welcomed for him to be taking up prime real state at the cute little corner table when the lunch rush started to file in. He sure as hell wasn't gonna pay four bucks for a brownie just to stick around longer. So Arin left, sights set on the nearby park.

It'd been a long time since he'd decided to go into the park. For the most part, he walked past it on his way somewhere else, rarely heading onto the wide dirt paths that serpentined around the grassy area. Arin remembered there being a pond somewhere or some kind of center with benches, so that was where he headed as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans, glancing around and watching as squirrels darted in front of people's feet or bike tires as they moved along, paying little to no attention. Arin himself wasn't paying a lot of attention, either. Soon, his face was upturned towards the sky, brown eyes bouncing between leaves to catch all the different shades of green that filtered the sunlight through.

Arin was just starting to wish that he'd brought his sketchbook out with him when he heard singing amongst the quiet conversation and natural noises of the park. He looked back ahead of himself, spotting a figure tucked out of the way with a keyboard. It wasn't until Arin drew closer that he recognized the man and stopped in his tracks. The tall stoner from 7/11. He paused, shuffling to the side to try and not be in the way himself as he watched from afar. The guy was singing and, well, he was fucking good. Arin was kind of amazed and unsure of what to do with himself. He never would've guessed that he was a singing street performer.

There was no way for Arin to tell if he'd been spotted by the other male - or even recognized, considering that he wasn't in his usual red and black polo for work, but he also didn't know what to do with this information now. A large part of Arin was tempted to go drop a few dollars in the little tip jar now that he'd been listening for a while, but if he was recognized, would it be appreciated? He didn't want to make things weird, but Arin didn't want to let this slip by. And what - it wasn't like he could just mention it tomorrow night or whenever this guy was in the 7/11 again. That would be a creep-fest. Arin shuffled his feet on the gravel-paved path, catching his bottom lip between his teeth as he floundered. Why was he so nervous about this?

"Uh, ah, hey." He called out, a final decision as he took a couple steps closer to the other when he seemed to pause in his singing. "I didn't know you could sing." And Arin sure as hell hoped he was recognized without a name tag to distinguish him.

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“Yeah… Holly really doesn’t take Ross’s shit. Especially when we’re all high and getting on her nerves.” It was always truly a wonder to him why she would even bother with him, but she must’ve really loved him if she wasn’t bothered enough by it to leave him. “She just likes to make sure we don’t get into too much trouble.” Usually meaning Ross, Barry, and Jared, but occasionally himself. He was known to kinda get too comfortable some place and get a little on the indecent exposure side of things.

Dan’s hazy gaze just sort of rested on the store clerk for a little while, eyeing him up before occasionally averting his gaze to the floor. With how many times he’d seen and talked to Arin, he wasn’t too surprised with himself that he was getting a little crush on the guy. He was pretty attractive, after all. Thick arms, nice facial hair, a good face. He could definitely dig this kinda guy.

But, he attempted to get that thought out of his head as he eventually went back toward the bathroom to check on his friend, finding most of it cleaned off. He watched him finish the rest of it, then the two of them came out to hand back the cleaning supplies.

Holly. There was another name for one of their faces. Arin wondered briefly if he'd be seeing more of her if she was so committed to keeping them all out of trouble, but that thought passed quickly when he realized that he didn't know this male's name. Out of all of them, he was probably the one that Arin talked to the most and if he was willing to be more honest than he was, he was pretty sure that he wanted to know his name the most. Asking felt weird, though, and out of place for the situation. Instead, the corner of Arin's mouth quirked up.

"Well, it's probably easier to scold you guys instead of bail you out of jail, right?" Graffiti in the bathroom of a 7/11? Not an arrest-worthy offense. Graffiti on the brick sides of their building? Arin could imaging having to report them to his manager then. Maybe if this Holly woman could keep on top of them for long enough, Ross's serial doodling would't level up to a federal offense.

Arin watched as the just barely taller male headed back to the bathroom and a few minutes later he was leading out his friend. He still didn't look too happy about cleaning or the obvious scolding he'd received from Holly. "Thanks." Arin smiled, taking back the cleaning supplies before lifting his hand in a little bit of a wave. "I'll see you guys later." Because he knew he would.

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“No. He needs to learn to not be rude and draw on the wall like a little kid.” Holly sighed, taking the stuff and shoving them into her husband’s hands before angrily pointing toward the bathroom again. The younger man looked like a kicked puppy, but for good reason. Dan and Barry sure couldn’t do anything about Ross vandalizing walls and cars, but Holly sure could. “Go, Ross.” She reaffirmed before he finally started toward it again.

Letting out a sigh, she looked back toward Arin with an apologetic look.

“I’m really sorry about him. Feel free to have your manager ban him if he pulls shit like this again.” She breathed, rubbing a hand down her face. And this was exactly why she’d gone with them in the first place. Her husband was an absolute child while he was high, and at times? So were the others. At this point, it was becoming obvious she’d need to keep a closer eye on them while they were like this.

Finally, she took the bag and returned her debit card to her back pocket before starting out the door. Outside the door, she took her bird back and told Dan to go back inside to make sure that Ross ended up cleaning up the bathroom wall and not just standing there and doing nothing. As Dan entered the store again, Holly could be seen outside, opening one of her bags of sunflower seeds and pouring some out for her little baby of a bird. From inside, you could easily hear her baby talk to the bird, making Dan smile at how cute his friend was.

Looking up finally, he locked eyes with Arin and shrugged.

“Told him not to, man. Sorry.”

At the mention of his manager, Arin could hardly resist the urge to roll his eyes. He shook his head, fingers tapping lightly on the smooth surface of the counter. "He really won't do shit. Trust me - I've tried." Arin looked in the direction of Ross, who he assumed was the main offender of leaving graffiti, but he did feel a little bad. The woman seemed more stressed than need be and even if it was a hassle to him (especially on those nights when there were scribbles absolutely everywhere), it wasn't the worst that could happen. Sometimes he came into work to see other people's little left behind messages. Initials with hearts or dates. It was much more rare and probably from some teens on road trips with their parents, but Arin almost felt bad for getting this guy in trouble with his… girlfriend? Friend?

"Thanks for making him cleaning it up, though," he tagged on, deciding against mentioning the fact that he knew for sure one of this other guys were at least responsible for the bathroom art on occasion, too. "I really appreciate it." Arin gave her a genuine and vaguely tired smile, watching as she headed out of the 7/11 with her goods.

Arin's eyes strayed back to the closed bathroom door, wondering if he should go make sure things were going okay, or to at least tell him he could go and he'd finish it up. Really, Arin wished they at least had a bathroom key kind of system, but the neighborhood wasn't that bad. He'd never actually heard about anyone having sex in the single restroom and the worst that could - and possibly had - happen was this group of guys getting high in there. With no complaints from other customers, it wasn't that big of a deal.

"Hm?" He blinked back across the counter to spot the tall male with the wild hair again, pack in the store and wearing a similarly apologetic look at the woman who'd stepped back outside with the bird. "No, it's fine. I mean, what can you do?" Arin gave a heavy shrug and sighed. "I've got friends like that," he gestured to the bathroom, "but it seems like his, uh…. she has him under control." Arin decided with a glance towards the big glass windows.

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“Oh, yeah? Thanks, brah.” Dan smiled at Arin as he set some of the stuff he had already picked out on the counter in front of him. He went toward where he’d been directed and picked out a couple bags of sunflowers seeds, since he figured the initial bag she asked for were for First Officer Feathers more than Holly herself.

Barry approached the counter with his own little pile of snacks, standing beside Dan as he got back with the two bags as they waited for Ross to come out. For a few minutes, they waited, and eventually let out an exaggerated groan before going back out to get Holly to retrieve her husband.

Dan was given pigeon holding duty as Holly entered the establishment and went toward the bathroom, knocking on the door and quietly lecturing him through the door. Outside, Dan stood in front of the glass door with Holly’s pigeon in his hands, making the poor pigeon dance a little by just gently bobbing it up and down. Finally Holly did come out with Ross in tow, and she looked like a frustrated mother more than anything as she approached the counter with her debit card in hand. She handed the car over, then gestured over to her husband.

“Do you have cleaning supplies and sponge for this idiot?” She asked Arin, expression looking apologetic toward the worker.

"No problem," he answered back humming a little as he watched the other pick through the sunflower seeds. Arin kept his hands busy, sorting the box in front of him, but for the most part, his movements acted as mindless busy work. As soon as there were items on the counter, Arin pushed aside his current task of restocking and began ringing up the snacks. He didn't bother to ask if it was altogether or not this time, simply starting to scan and bag until he was running out of items and the group was obviously waiting the guy who had hung back beside the woman with the pigeon before. The guy who had gone into the bathroom.

Arin's nose scrunched as he watched the interactions in front of him, really hoping for less graffiti, at the very least. The day had started out so hopeful, too, but then the pink haired woman was dragging other male from the single restroom and Arin could imagine her pulling him by the ear almost, with how scolding her expression was. He nodded, already ducking behind the counter to retrieve the spray cleaner and sponge, along with a rag.

"Are you Ross?" Arin asked, his look accusing when his eyes landed back on the guilty looking male. That was the name he'd gotten from the other man, the one who was now on bird duty, apparently. He pushed the cleaning items across the counter and picked up the debit card, feeling a small amount of worker's guilt because after all, 'the customer was always right'. "I can just get it later, too," he started to offer, swiping the card. Arin paused, watching the transaction run through before he offered back the plastic and receipt. "I'm used to it. It's cool." If the woman didn’t look so genuinely disappointed in her companion, Arin probably wouldn’t have bothered to offer, but he didn’t want her to clean it up anymore than he wanted to do it himself.

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As per usual, one of them always ended up in the bathroom. Dan stopped Barry as he was about to go in, urging him not to write on the wall this time. Though, his friend hardly listened to a word that was said to him as he just entered the bathroom without a thought. With that, Dan went back to picking out a few different snacks and drinks for all of them, grinning to himself as he got some of his usual snacks of choice.

After a few moments of picking things out, he went over toward the door with some of the snacks in hand and opened it so he could talk to Holly.

“Hey, what do you want, Hol’?”

Just the sight of him slightly outside the store with the food just made the younger woman anxious, eyes widening as she gently pushed him back in the store.

“Stay inside until you pay for that stuff. You know that.” She sighed, then glanced back to where First Officer Feathers was stamping about the pavement. “Just some sunflower seeds if they’ve got some.” The much taller man smiled and nodded, planting a kiss against the side of his friend’s head before going to get what she wanted. With that bit of affection, Ross sent Dan a pouty glare before heading into the bathroom after Barry left it.

Honestly, Arin was surprised when he only spotted the bearded man headed into the bathroom. He would've thought all of them would have forgotten his request or even just ignored it by now. Give it time, Arin supposed. Or maybe that woman outside watching her bird was a good influence. He didn't know for sure and had the feeling that he wouldn't ever know exactly, no matter how long or how often they hung around the 7/11. Beyond reading their scribbled graffiti, his interactions with all of them were pretty limited.

Heading back around the counter, Arin snagged one of the smaller boxes to start to sort through, just to keep himself busy until the store cleared again. He kept an eye on the aisles, attention quickly drawn to the tallest of the group, watching as he headed towards the door but didn't quite leave the convenience store completely. Thankfully, because there was no way in hell Arin was going to chase him down for stealing chips and soda. He listened quietly, watching the exchange between the pink-haired woman and the snack-picking guy. Yeah, he would never understand what was going on in this group at all.

"The sunflower seeds are right over there." He pointed towards a nearby display end, having been close enough to the entrance of the 7/11 to hear the woman's request before the door jingled closed again.

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“Oh, sorry – I just wanted to keep an eye on these three and I didn’t want First Officer Feathers getting too hot in the car by himself.” Holly was quick to apologize and explain herself, ready to head out of the store and just keep an eye on them from out there, only for her well-meaning but idiot of a husband speak up in her defense when she was already halfway out with the bird.

“He’s her helper bird. He is on DUTY, sir.” She immediately rolled her eyes at her husband’s outburst.

“Ignore him. Sorry.” Holly quickly told Arin, then looked over toward him with a small scowl of disapproval before closing the door and staying outside of the convenience store, promptly starting to talk and coo at her sweet, sassy bird.

The other two watched and giggled at their friend’s misfortune, with Dan’s giggles overpowering Barry’s own little chuckles. God, he was friends with a bunch of weirdos, but damn were they super funny to take out into public. It was probably always gonna be a bad time when he was the most normal of any situation.

"No, it's okay," Arin start, pausing for a moment to wet his lips. He was ready to excuse the woman, let her know that it was fine because she didn't know the store policies like he did, but before Arin could even really begin down that path, the man that had hung back beside her was butting in, loud and brash. And definitely high. So, maybe she had been the only sober one of the group and Arin had just sent her away. He wasn't sure if he wanted to kick himself over it or not.

"Are you serious?" His eyebrows were raised high in an expression of disbelief. Maybe if she'd brought in a dog with her (or a cat even) he could've tried to let it slide, but a pigeon? A pigeon as an aid animal. Yeah, Arin couldn't believe that. Definitely not hearing it from a baked stoner, either. "Trust me," he said in response to the woman telling him to just ignore the other, "that's already what I do." Or tried to, at least. It was hard to ignore graffiti in the bathroom - even if it was something as small as a tic-tac-toe game.

It was the sudden burst of laughter that had Arin looking away from the leaving woman to the other pair of men in the store. Listening to their chuckles and giggles had Arin smiling a little, the corner of his mouth pulling up until he was shaking his head, forcing himself to not stare for too long. At least they seemed normal and nice enough to laugh at each other. Arin worked in the last few packets of gum he had in his hands still, knowing that even if he had plenty of stock to get put away, including a few boxes behind the counter, he couldn't leave the register for too long with people in the store. Even these people.

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Three of the same guys came in another couple days later, as per usual. Dan came alone with just Ross and Barry this time, with only the vague memory of the clerk guy lecturing him about his friends (and occasionally him) writing on the walls in the bathroom that made him warn the two of them not to do it. Even though he did tell them, however, Dan wasn’t over confident with how well they listened to him.

Their new addition to their group was Holly, Ross’s wife. She was their “designated” driver, as she’d gotten a little worried with how often they ended up driving while high, so she ended up accompanying them. …Well, her and one of her many birds. Holly may or may not’ve had a bird in a diaper and on a tiny leash that kept the feisty as fuck bird from flying away and pooping everywhere.

Because of the heat, she ended up going inside with the boys to get their food, all the while she kept First Officer Feathers on her shoulder and made sure he wouldn’t be bad.

Needless to say, the three of them were pretty unbothered by it, with Dan and Barry coming in with a usual nod to the familiar worker, while Ross actually just kept hanging around his wife so much more than just wandering around and looking for things he wanted to snack on for the night.

Having just started his shift for the day, Arin had a little more energy than he usually did for long nights that wore on forever. That being said, he wasn't so sure he had enough energy for a woman with a bird. At first glance, he'd assumed that it was just that usual group of stoners, but this time, there was someone else. Someone with a fucking pigeon on their shoulder. Arin internally groaned as he looked at the pink-haired woman from his spot in front of the counter, hands full with various packages of gum. There was a sign at the front of the little 7/11 that boldly stated 'NO DOGS', but in his year of working in the store, Arin had quickly realized that it wasn't enough to deter crazy people with cats on leashes and now… birds on leashes.

"Uh, hey, I'm sorry, but you can't bring… that in here." Arin said, eyes on the bird that was still - thankfully - perched on the woman's shoulder. It was kind of impressive, he had to admit. Maybe if he ran into her outside of work, somewhere where his neck wouldn't be on the line if the bird got loose and fucked something up, he'd be more curious than wary. Right here, right now, that wasn't the case. His tipped his head a little, to meet the other's gaze. "Sanitation issues and stuff. We don't allow pets in the store."

For a second, Arin looked away from the bird lady, doing a quick sweep of the shop to be sure that they were the only ones there. The last thing he needed was a mom coming up to bitch about the pigeon when he was clearly already trying to handle it. It was the kind of thing that happened more often than night, but Arin didn't spy anyone outside of the small group. His eyes lingered on the tallest of them all for an extra second before he was blinking back to the two in front of him.

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“I’ll tell him to stop. Sorry – …Arin.” Dan apologized once again, though he paused momentarily to read the name on the worker’s name tag, taking his card and bag once he figured that matter was settled. He approached his friends to avoid calling out to them from across the room, telling them all that they were going.

They had all gone in one by one, but it hadn’t really helped he situation at all. No drawings littered the walls, but a game of tic-tac-toe as started near the the toilet for whatever god forsaken reason. Ross grinned as he looked at the bag Dan held, grabbing something out of it instantly while the other two calmly started to head out with the ringleader of sorts. He seemed to be the one in charge, anyway. Much more than the other guys that just seemed to make complete fools of themselves when they were getting food. He, at least, seemed to be putting forth a bit of effort to seem as normal as possible, likely from a massive amount of experience being high.

Arin paused, momentarily stumped when he heard his name come from the other's mouth. It was never expected when someone read his name tag. There were the rare, over-friendly customers that kind of gave Arin the creeps and then the regulars and, well, he supposed this guy and his gang of friends were regulars at this point. Awful, awful regulars. But still, he managed a nod of appreciation, watching as the lanky male wandered off back towards his friends.

Would they actually stop doing graffiti in the bathroom? Arin highly doubted it. But it was the thought that counted or something like that, he guessed. He sighed a little, tugging his stool back up to the edge of the counter to sit, brown eyes lingering on the group who were on their way out. It wasn't worth stressing over and for now, with the kind sentiment at the forefront of his mind, Arin could relax. Until he saw more black scribbled across the bathroom wall and he'd be stuck scrubbing it away. If he was in charge, he probably wouldn't give a shit. Maybe take a few second to censor out the dicks and curse words, but at least then they'd run out of space at some point. With a shake of his head, Arin clicked his pen and found a fresh scrap of paper, starting another thoughtless doodle.

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“Uhh… Yeah, yeah. Totally. All together, bruh.” His voice was a little raspy from exhaustion and the haziness the marijuana provided him with. As one of his friends came over with the coffee drink, he placed it on the counter in front of the clerk and began to pull out his wallet. The older man was spacing out a bit, waiting for a total before he was asked something instead of actually given the information he wanted. Because he’d expected the total, he initially gave him his card, only to process what the worker had said.

Dan shrugged, unsure of really what to say to the guy.

“Ross gets super draw-y when he’s high. Was probably him. Sorry about that, man,” He excused pretty easily, without any real sign of panicked defensiveness. “That stupid guy drew on the inside of my car last time we were driving around looking for food and I was super fucking pissed. …He means well, but eh. He does stupid shit like that even while we’re not completely trashed.” That was just about the best explanation he could give, though he himself knew it wasn’t the whole truth. Dan knew Barry and Jared sometimes followed Ross’s lead, but he honestly couldn’t do anything about it.

Arin hadn't quite finished ringing everything up and now he was holding the guy's debit card. He kept it one hand, careful to not bag it or misplace it as he listened to the weak explanation. Arin hummed a little, eyes cast downward as he finished scanning the last few items and punched in the cost of the fresh coffee. "I'd be pissed, too…" he murmured, not mentioning how he actually kind of was. Arin could feel a rant on the tip of his tongue. The kind of rant that his mom used to spew at him and his brother when they didn't clean their rooms or wrecked the kitchen with their mountain nacho ideas. He tried to hold back scanning the card while simultaneously pushing the full bag across the counter.

"It's be pretty great if you guys could knock it off." Arin didn't know which one was Ross, even if he'd probably heard just about all their names used once or twice in passing. The receipt printed off and he looked back up at the other, offering the back his debit card while tucking his hair back behind his ear. "Do you want a copy of your receipt?" He parroted the precursor question, little emotion in his tone before his voice was full of it -- "It's a bitch for me to clean off the walls every night, dude. Especially on the mirror. Tell him to get a sketch pad or something, I don't know." Arin gave a shrug of his own and he tore off both the receipts. He could understand the urge to draw (although, maybe not the high part), but he didn't doodle across the counter. It was common decency to not be a vandal.

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