no. 1 party anthem

it's not like i'm falling in love, i just want ya to do me NO GOOD. come on, come on, come on before the moment's gone. the look of love, the rush of blood. the house of fun, the number one.

[rcordovas]

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[va1nglory]

romy's hand continued to rest flat against the top of the wooden crate as they looked from the phone screen up to reed's face. the sarcasm they had ready to deploy evaporated, replaced by a slight, thoughtful furrow of their brow. they could handle a campus hipster trying to test them, but a guy genuinely trying to source a record for his grandfather back home is a different thing; it appealed to their respect for utility and tradition. they reached out, tilting the phone slightly closer to get a better look at the photo. "yeah, you can't send that man a lazy pop album, he'll be devastated. if it's going all the way to the philippines, it needs to be something worth the shipping cost." romy stepped back from the row of vinyls, gesturing down further into the store. "we need to find the soul section." they walked down the aisle as they continued speaking, only slightly turning their head to direct the speech behind herself. "anything pressed by daptone records sounds like it came from a basement in brooklyn in 1970."

[rcordovas]

"mm-hmm, that's true. yes, you can't go wrong with daptone." he nodded, as if deep in thought. lowering his voice, he said, "i don't understand anything you're saying. but i wanna seem like i know stuff about music too." he let out a faint laugh. he checked the back of the vinyls, finding a record by some dudes called thee sacred souls. "is this a good one?" he sighed. "i owe you. thank you. if you ever need money or to destroy your enemies, let us know. my grandpa is very rich and powerful."

[rcordovas]

closed for @puckbunnics (priya)

reed misses the philippines so much. "lami man gihapon uy," (it still tastes good) he insists in cebuano, talking about the lechon (roast pig) he's brought. but, continuing in his language, he concedes that yes, lechon from home is the best. the filipino-americans he's met in michigan speak english and tagalog mainly, but even just getting to talk to a few cebuano speakers today makes his heart ache.

the chill, small party that afternoon is a far more low-key affair than the massive party that the hockey guys threw recently. of all the people, he definitely doesn't expect to see priyanka dasari. reed briefly stops in his tracks, his typical confident smile faltering. he gulps and tries to be cool when he approaches. "hey. i, uh, i had no idea you'd be here." he braces himself for her to yell at him or act aloof. usually, he'd find it funny when his presence bothers someone so much. but things are different with her.

[mutuallycursed]

⸺ ft. reed !

Kai laughed out loud, literally at the mention of Bob the builder. "What the hell.. who is Bob the demon?" He asked in confusion.

[rcordovas]

"I wish I knew. I mean, apparently it's me." Reed said, "Okay, dude. What are your dream supernatural abilities? Scaring people in their sleep sounds boring, to be honest."

[ofjuv3nile]

fingers grasp the straw, slowly beginning to open it before pausing their movements. eyes peek upwards towards reed, brow arching on forehead. “ well ... don't leave me hanging, what did you say? ”

[rcordovas]

"i didn't say anything." he shrugs. "i'm not actually supposed to when i'm shadowing. but also, whatever reply i would've formulated in the moment probably would've made things worse." taking out his notepad, he says, "do you have any suggestions? stuff that won't give a 50-something lady a heart attack."

[icedruins]

there's  a  pause  in  the  way  she  looks  at  him  ,  lips  parted  .      ❝  i  mean  ,  doesn't  really  matter  what  you  say  ?  ❞      mused  lightly  ,  softly  as  she  shrugs  .      ❝  probably  not  going  to  believe  you  anyway  .  ❞

[rcordovas]

"yeah. she was probably bored as hell in there anyway." he shrugs. "what would you do if you couldn't do anything but rest for a week? i'd lose my mind. i would also start saying random people were my sleep paralysis demons."

[puckbunnics]

"like a dancing with the stars situation?" she asked with a chuckle, taking his hand in hers nonetheless. "lucky for you, i've been saving myself for sza since freshman year." she teased, although there was some truth to it. "good then we both agree."

[rcordovas]

"exactly that. we're gonna work on your balance first," he said, beginning to gently slow-dance with the girl. "wait, we need good music. i'll sing a classic." face was serious as he sang ballad style. "dog goes woof, cat goes meow / bird goes tweet, and mouse goes squeak... oh god, i'm getting emotional." pretended to cry for a moment as he continued crooning. "but there's one sound that no one knows... what does the fox say?"

[petalsonice]

sloane  narrows  her  eyes  and  tilts  her  head  to  look  at  him  better  "  you  know,  i  can  see  it...  "  she  makes  a  frame  with  her  fingers  around  reed  "  was  it  dark  ?  "  she  shrugs  with  a  smile  "  i  don't  know,  thank  you  ?  meet  you  tonight  ?  "

[rcordovas]

"yes, i'm aware of what i look like." having inherited the villainous features of his mom, he's not really bothered by it. "i guess it was more about the way i spoke, though..." he's able to suppress his laughter at her first suggestion, but when she offers "meet you tonight?" he actually loses it. "that's fucking diabolical. she's in her 50s! think of the old people, sloane!"

[mutuallycursed]

⸺ ft. reed !

Kai lets out a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Honestly? I'd take that as a win. If your sleep paralysis demon is showing up in mid daylight and doing patient care, that's a pretty productive demon." He grins. "Though now I'm curious. Was she terrified or was it more of a 'oh, there you are again' kind of recognition?"

[rcordovas]

"You're right. Even demons can be upstanding members of society." Reed nodded at his friend's words, grinning. "I dunno. I thought she was sleeping when I was trying to learn from one of the physicians, but I chuckled and that terrified her so much because I apparently sound exactly like Bob. Not the builder... the demon."

[va1nglory]

open to: everyone location: needle & groove record shop

the air of needle & groove smelled just like romy's apartment: sandalwood incense, dust, and old cardboard sleeves. while the ice rink was their usual sanctuary, the record store was a frequent stop for decompression. the only sound was the gritty crunch of a 90s rock track through the shop's worn out speakers. romy was browsing in the back corner, flipping through the vinyl sleeves in the garage rock section. they pulled out a black-covered vinyl, turning it over to analyze the tracklist. they didn't look up when someone approached her in the narrow aisle, though the sudden shift in their personal space radius was enough to make their jaw tighten. romy slowly slid the record back into the slot, casting a slow glance sideways. "if you're waiting for this crate, i'm going to be a while," romy murmured. "but if you're actually looking for something with a decent bassline, the classic rock reissues are on the wall behind you. this side is just noise."

[rcordovas]

as if on cue, the universe provided a music snob, heaven sent. "oh yeah?" reed asked, for once sincere in his curiosity. "so you don't think i'll find anything with a decent bassline or whatever it's called in records from this century?" he showed them a photo of an elderly filipino man sitting in a wooden rocking chair. "this is my grandpa. he's a big fan of ' good music, as in real good music. ' he wants me to send him an album from the u.s. 'cause they don't sell a lot of this stuff back in the philippines. don't know where to start, though - could you help me?"

[rcordovas]

open to anyone, anywhere on campus that fits.

"i was shadowing at the hospital today and a patient mistook me for one of her sleep paralysis demons." reed shakes his head. he's a mix of gobsmacked, honored, and amused. "what do you even say to that?"

[icedruins]

sometimes  it  shocked  layla  ,  her  last  name  often  held  weight  in  the  world  of  nhl  ,  but  then  again  ,  it’d  been  years  since  the  last  name  nassar  had  been  mentioned  with  anything  other  than  sadness  .  so  she  shrugs  .     ❝  my  dad  was  big  before  he  passed  ,  i  grew  up  with  it  .  ❞     and  she  loved  it  .  everything  about  the  game  and  it  ran  in  her  blood  .  she  fucking  loved  every  second  .     ❝  so  yeah  ,  raised  into  it  really  .  love  it  .  ❞     light  shrug  .      ❝  we’ve  got  a  good  team  this  year  ,  so  it’s  bound  to  be  exciting  .  did  you  enjoy  yourself  ?  ❞

[rcordovas]

"yeah. like i said, it was fun. hockey isn't that popular in the philippines. i'm pretty sure the country never competed in ice hockey until 2017 for most major tournaments." he said, "it's a novelty for me. but fun to watch." he observed the brunette curiously. "if you love it and grew up with it, why didn't you join the women's team?"

[opclites]

summer stared at him for a moment , visibly unimpressed with both suggestions . " okay first of , don't call me miss when you're being this unhelpful " she shot back , gaze following his finger to the skateboard and immediately dismissing the idea , " second ... absolutely not , i'll end up concussed . " shifting her weight awkwardly against the wall , she let out a dramatic sigh . " i'm not asking you to perform surgery , i'm asking for one good idea . just one . "

[rcordovas]

"hmm." he approached someone and said, "if you give me your shoes, i won't tell everyone about your embarrassing secret." he didn't actually know the person, but in their drunken state, they readily removed their footwear and ran away. "here you go." he offered the pair to the blonde. "take it or leave it. if you do take it, you gotta send some money to my cashapp."

[hack3rs]

　his  curiosity  was  met  with  a  roll  of  her  eyes  and  a  scoff.  “  riiiight,  sure.  ”  the  immediate  shift  could’ve  been  one  penned  in  the  guinness  book  of  world  records.  doubt,  she  typically  harbored  when  it  came  to  reed's  intel,  was  nowhere  to  be  found.  either he was gunning for an oscar with his performance or the effects of her beloved party favor were kicking in because  she  was  soaking  each word  in  like  a  sponge.  trying to at least. “  slow  down,  slow  the  hell  down. ” she pinched the bridge of her nose and handed the joint off to him, shaken by a sudden sense of paranoia.  “ are  we  talkin'  like ...  extraterrestrials  ?  ”

[rcordovas]

"i dunno. but i mean, they were silver. and their eyes were... hm. i'm not sure, but i think their eyes were glowing a little." he kept his face utterly serious as he received the joint. "shit, iris, how do you even know that i'm not an alien?" he gasped gently. "wait -- how can we be sure you're not an alien?"

[puckbunnics]

"trust me, it's very weird." she admitted, although she was fully teasing him. "oh, like what? come on now, einstein, don't leave me hanging!" she joked with a smirk. "oh god, am i that bad?"

[rcordovas]

"not saying you're terrible. but, i don't know... maybe you could use a charming dance partner to enhance your skills." he offered his hand for her to take. "don't flatter yourself, okay. i'm saving myself for suni l.ee," he said, though it was pretty obvious that he was trying to flirt with her. "this is purely for the love of dance."

[ofjuv3nile]

the better idea causes a chuckle, head shaking from side to side at the inevitable reality: he was going to doing a chicken dance with noises by the end of the night. one thing about elijah bennett that was a catch twenty-two: he never turned down a challenge. “  alright, bet, bud. hope your chicken noises are authentic as fuck.   ”

[rcordovas]

"less talking, more kicking. unless you're a chicken." reed punctuates the sentence with chicken noises. see? he's all good on that front. he has a feeling he's gonna have fun watching the other guy's attempt. taking out his phone, he says, "can i film it? just for verification purposes."

[puckbunnics]

"is that some sort of weird kink of yours?" she teased. "i can never tell with you, cordova, truly." she admitted, one of these days she was actually going to show up on social media and she wasn't going to like it at all. "maybe i'll come to you for some fashion advice in the future then, if you're such an expert."

[rcordovas]

"it's not that weird of a kink," he replied, enjoying the banter. "hm, why the future when i can give you advice now? not just on fashion. i'm an expert on a lot of things." he paused, pretending to think. "do you take constructive criticism on your dance moves?"