WHO: milo & @ofbratz ! WHAT: milo is hanging out at bend records again ! WHEN: after close !
Milo wasn't supposed to be helping lock up, but it was often hard to force him out of the building if he had decided he was going to make himself useful. And no, it didn't even matter that he didn't technically work at Bend. The holidays were just around the corner, so he was really just giving back to the community. In a way.
He was perched halfway up the rolling ladder, flipping through a stack of used CDs someone had abandoned. He directed his attention to Stella, who was off probably actually closing up for minimum wage. "Yo," he called out, waving a case in her direction. "Whoever dropped this off had taste. Or, like, deep rooted trauma. Hard to tell."
He hopped off the ladder and landed with a thud and a wobble of his feet. "Seems like your kinda music," he said, slapping the CD down on the counter. It was an old copy of Fiona Apple's Tidal. "Cool girl stuff."












