"Haters gonna hate," Joe only offered a shrug when she questioned his lingo - "cool cat" was a term near and dear to his heart, and it wouldn't be vanishing from his daily vocabulary anytime soon. He sighed, smiling a bit as he handed her the roll of tape, choosing not to comment on why she used "gaffer" instead of "duct". He didn't want to start some sort of language argument - the night was too young.
"I, uh, got the wires set up for the most part. I might've fucked it up a little. I think they're okay," Joe cracked his lower back by pushing his hips forward, his hands on his hips. He stretched while Eden worked on her zone. "Ugh, Christ. I'm not stalling or anything - just mustering my Herculean strength. Then I'll get the last amp stack up. In a minute."
He shot a glance her way, noticing the stamp for under-age entry. He remembered those days - they weren't too far off for him, and smiled fondly as he killed some more time. He really wasn't looking forward to pushing another amp, especially with Eden here to guffaw at his pathetic strength.