Series: The Best Moves
Disclaimer: Wholly original work.
Characters/Pairings: Julian, Riley
Summary: Julian gets a song stuck in his head.
Julian wanted to bang his head on the nearest wall, but that would have meant getting up and leaving his very comfortable perch on Riley's desk.
"Salvation... Whoa-ee-oh..." he sang under his breath. He'd heard just a snatch of the song as he'd walked down the corridor from work. It had happened somewhere between the bookshop he worked in and Riley's place of business. It may have been one of the shoe stores, but Julian hadn't been paying much attention then.
In truth, he'd been trying to flip through the magazine he'd bought. It had a couple interesting articles that he wanted to read but hadn't been able to digest while also watching customers and their rambunctious four years olds destroy the store during his watch.
He'd heard the song before, so he knew what it was. It was an older Rancid song, from one of their early albums. It had to be something Arden had in his collection.
"Hhmmmm?" Riley looked up from his paperwork.
"Nothing, sorry," Julian said quickly. "Just a song stuck in my head."
" Which one?"
"'Salvation', by Rancid... I think. I heard it blasting somewhere down the corridor," Julian explained, reaching over to turn a page in the stock catalog he'd been idly looking at for the last few minutes.
"And you only know one line, right?"
"That's about how it always happens," Riley said, smiling. "So you see anything neat in there?"
"Not really," Julian answered, truthfully. So far it was all cheap trinkets that filled the catalog pages. It was a bit of a downer, actually. He'd expected the task to be a bit less dull. Maybe that was why Riley had pawned it off onto his free help though.
A minute of silence passed between them, the only sound the scratching of Riley's pen as he finished comparing his notes with the computer's summary of the day.
"That little fallen angel is going to end up with cavities," Riley said as he clicked his pen and thrust it forward into a cup containing a variety of impliments.
"Again? She must have a habit," Julian replied.
"Her and her pack of the newly dead. She had five of them with her. Invited me out with them," Riley explained. "Thankfully I over-ordered those damned skulls. I never thought that they'd be so popular."
"I think you did," Julian replied. "You have a mind for all of this. And are you going to go?"
"Maybe," Riley said with a wink. "Actually, she invited both of us."
"To go where?"
"I didn't catch that much. I don't suppose you like cemetaries at midnight..."
Julian didn't know if he was supposed to laugh or not. And then it forced it's way into his mind again...
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