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june didnât even bother going for the guitar she kept at lisaâs, instead leaving it behind the ancient tv in front of the couch. after taking off for practice without a guitar on her one too many times, only to have to turn her bike around halfway through the already long trip, she left one of her babies to live with lisa full time. band practice was like visitation, but it looked like they would be cutting it short today. âi do love fucking off and doing something else,â she conceded.
kicking up her feet onto the already filthy coffee table, june took the opportunity to relax before they fucked off to do something else. she was definitely getting her cardio in tonight. âwe could go throw lettuce off the pier at the seagulls, see if they fight it out battle royale style? or we could get baked and go look at old records⊠really, the possibilities are endless,â she insisted, sending a cheesy grin ingâs way. âwhat do you feel like doinâ?â
ingrid pursed her lips in thought, leaning her head to the side. teasing the seagulls with lettuce was fun, but useless-- some drifter hippie dude who likely lived under the pier took care of them like they were pets. she hadnât gotten baked in a while so that was a bit enticing, but browsing echo was not so much, as her wallet was a little bit too dry. she knew sheâd still be struggling to pay for whatever gold she found if she walked in penniless. so that just left the other endless possibilities that june had proposed.
âman, letâs just go get some lunch,â she proposed. âcheese fries sound delicious right now. and i need more coffee... you wanna go to rosieâs? maybe once iâm full i can use my brain.â










