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june didn’t even bother going for the guitar she kept at lisa’s, 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. “i do love fucking off and doing something else,” 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. “we 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,” she insisted, sending a cheesy grin ing’s way. “what do you feel like doin’?”

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 hadn’t 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 she’d 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.

“man, let’s just go get some lunch,” she proposed. “cheese fries sound delicious right now. and i need more coffee... you wanna go to rosie’s? maybe once i’m full i can use my brain.”

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the quick and quickening steps of chuck taylors older than the average fourth grader announced the incoming june armstrong to the practice space and the band members she thought were there. when she actually slid under the half-open garage door, getting the legs and ass of her jeans seriously covered in dust and ant-hill dirt, she realized there was only one feminine figure sitting on the ratty couch in june’s boss’ garage. “aw man,” she said instinctively, knowing that when she unlocked her phone, there would be messages from the rest of the salem bitch trials bailing on practice. 

this was far from the first time june didn’t see the message saying practice was cancelled until she was already at lisa’s place, but it had to be the first time she wasn’t alone when she slid, rolled, or crawled under the garage door. “serves me right for not texting and biking. those dumb babies are killing me,” she complained, pouring herself into the couch next to ingrid. “looks like it’s just you and me, jive turkey. do you still wanna practice?”

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ingrid had already been at lisa’s house for a hot second, as she couldn’t help but enjoy the woman’s company-- she was totally weird, and had the common decency to let her band practice in her garage, which was a rare find in the dingle community (both the common decency and the garage). sitting on the tatty couch brought some comfort to half the band bailing out, and she figured she might as well wait for june, who unfortunately hadn’t been replying to anything in the group chat for at least twenty minutes.

eyes darting from her phone to her friend creeping under the door, she couldn’t help but let out an entertained sigh, leaning her head back against the couch. “wouldn’t wanna get pulled over by the bike police,” she joked, sending a glance towards her bass that was still zipped up in its case. “i mean... we can,” she shrugged. “honestly, practice is probably useless without everyone here, but i’m willing to jam sesh. or we can find something else to do. i’ve been bored all week.”

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