edgarmendoza:
“I actually have a very similar drunken story with the same song, but mine probably involves more glitter and less clothes than yours,” he fondly thought back on the blurry memory from his early twenties, “it was Pride.” he said by way of explanation, not that he wouldn’t happily sing ABBA covered in glitter any other day of the week. “Nah, no rush, I live right upstairs so it’s not like I have the best work/life balance anyway, come this way.” He gestured for her to join him by the shelves of record players, “we have a few record players to choose from, but if you want me to see if I can fix yours, I can stick ‘round tomorrow.”
“that’s very... interesting to picture.” the blonde laughed, blushing as she knew that he definitely caught her looking at him from head to toe. “oh, please. my after pride protests stories are so... fun yet so blurry. all i could remember was fighting for rights, getting a drink after, and voila! nothing.” she chuckled again, then placed the record on the counter to pay for it, but then followed him to where the vinyl players are. “hmm...” her ocean blue eyes carefully scanned the collection, and the one in white definitely caught her attention. “how about... you go check out my old one, then if it’s unfixable, then... i’ll be getting that one.”
















