The Apartment Above the Boards, Saturday Evening

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Jono hadn't spent any time in the office downstairs today, no. Last night he'd been out late, drinking and antagonizing Tiny over the swan dress... thing... and he just couldn't have been bothered to drag his ass out of bed before noon this morning. It was Saturday, he'd spent the summer running the bloody place, he could take a Saturday off now

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Well, company and that stuff she was bringing with her. That was kind of important to this little session they had planned here.

"Yo," April called from outside, accompanying that with a light little kick to the bottom of the door. "Delivery for blueface."

No one said she was creative.

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Really, Jono had been called worse.

"Is it pizza? I don't recall ordering pizza," Jono used, smirking a little as he opened the door to let her in. "Which might change before the evening is through, granted."

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"Long as it's got broccoli," April said, tossing him a brown paper bag. "Non-negotiable."

She took a moment to size up the place, immediately appreciative of the fact that it didn't look quite as disgusting as her own apartment.

"Place looks better without a giant drumset in here," she evaluated.

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"Well, there's more room without it," Jono replied, catching the bag with ease and nodding toward the living room. "Make yourself at home? There's beer in the fridge, a cat... probably in a sunbeam somewhere. I pulled out some music and there's a stack of horrible vintage films to work our way through, if we feel so inclined."