for Neil

[notaskingpermission]

Verity had never had a job before, and truthfully the city provided enough that she didn't technically need to it. But she wanted one. She wanted to feel normal. Finishing high school here, even if it might be pointless, helped, but she'd be graduating soon and then she didn't know what she was going to do. If she was going to college she probably needed more money than the city gave her, or maybe there was some version of FAFSA here, she had no idea. She'd look into eventually. For now a retail job sounded good.

Plus, Marcus' apartment was sparse as fuck, so if she had some extra spending money she could make it feel homier.

They'd told her casual dress was fine, but Verity still wore her best pair of jeans (the black ones without rips) paired with a faded Fleetwood Mac shirt she'd found at the thrift store, because wearing a band shirt while working at a record store made sense in her mind. She wasn't exactly a huge Fleetwood Mac fan, but so far it had been the only band shirt she'd found in Darrow that belonged to a band she actually recognized the name of.

She was supposed to be trained today, though she wasn't sure by who, so when she walked into Phoenix Records she looked for someone authoritative.

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[notaskingpermission]

"Not a problem, I like those eras," Verity says, though with how weird Darrow is she can't be sure they're from the same or even similar worlds, but from him just saying 'seventies and eighties' she assumes there's a good chance they are. "Sixties, too. Zeppelin and Bowie, Depeche Mode, The Cure."

"Okay," she says easily, not worried about it. She's good with computers, and she has a pretty good memory. Plus she's curious as hell about these new, other bands. At least the non-mediocre ones.

[myfavoritedream]

"Jesus. You know, a friend of mind had Disintegration stuck in his tape deck like, the whole time I knew him. It was just on a loop, fucking constantly. I mean, it's a great fuckin' album, but Robert Smith's voice sets my fucking teeth on edge now," I admitted with a snort of laughter.

Truthfully, I thought about Preston with a pang of nostalgia, and I wouldn't have minded hearing those songs again. He'd been gone for too long.

"Come on, I'll show you the back."

[notaskingpermission]

Verity snickers, and says, "At that point I'd call it a lose and keep the radio off." She's of the generation that doesn't have tape decks in cars anymore, not unless you have a real old clunker, but that happened to a cd in her aunt's car once. She got it fixed, though.

"Sure," she says, following him. "So, if you've worked here a few years, how long have you actually been in Darrow?"

[myfavoritedream]

"It got to be kind of a thing. I think he thought it was fucking funny," I snorted, one corner of my mouth twitching into an almost affectionate smile. Christ, that was one ugly fucking car, but there were actually a lot of pretty decent memories tied to it.

"A little over three. There was, uh. There was another version of me here, before that. The boss and his wife actually knew him. It's weird, we don't really talk about it."

[notaskingpermission]

"...That is weird," Verity says, her steps slowing for a moment. She hasn't heard of that happening yet. Sometimes it feels like she discovers a new, crazy thing about Darrow every week.

"Hey, if a different me shows up, make up some crazy stories about stuff I did and try to make her believe they're true," she adds with a grin, hurrying to fall back into step next to him.