She laughed, picking a few more fries before another band started up. Apparently, they fancied themselves punk rockers. The obnoxious pop punk sound of three badly paid chords. "Oh, G-d. If they wash my brain, make sure they scrub it of any memory of this band." She shook her head, her inner music snob rearing its ugly head.
"Hey. I have already paid for beer at my apartment... and actually, better music too. Wanna boogie?"