Hearing Heroin talk was like a sudden spark to his conversation senses. Blinking, he held the door open for Heroin and shrugged. “Well about two months? You see, I used to live on this side of town but the people here piss me off. However, I really like this place so I decided the drive wasn’t all that bad. Besides, you know..the people driving like assholes.” He gave a sheepish shrug. “If you love the job you love it, you know? I admire that you can tolerate good and horrible bands and demo CDs and things. My brain would be so busted right now. But you love it right?” Fucken figured, he start blabbering.
“It’s great though. The people are friendly, good people to work with. Just the manager sucks.” Coke looked over to Heroin and was brave enough to bump shoulders with him. “Come on now. You’ll make me feel full of myself. What have you been up to? New York City is pretty big, I’m sorry it has taken me this long to catch up with you.” His voice sounded saddened at the end.
Coke found them a booth fairly private from everyone else and signaled for a waitress. “Okay so I lied about the bottle tricks. Who wants to see me do that all night? It would be fun..to you know..just talk..You can order first!"