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Eric took the last two bites of his ice cream, smiling slightly.
Eric took the last two bites of his ice cream, smiling slightly.
Jax smiled back, “So uh, just want to hang here for a bit or go somewhere else?”
"Wanna head somewhere else?" He asked, smiling awkwardly.
"Yeah, that sounds good," Jax stood up from his seat, "Got any ideas?"
Eric though for a second. "Wanna look through some records at the music store or something?" He asked, shrugging.
"We can do that," Jackson nodded and stepped away from the table, "Know of any nearby?"
Eric nodded. "Yeah, I hang out there sometimes." And by sometimes I mean they know me by name-
"Great," Jax smiled at him, "Care to lead the way then?"
Eric nodded hopping up. "Hey ho, let's go." He said, smiling.
Jax laughed and let Eric pass and leave before him, "Off to the music storo."
Eric nodded, walking backwards.
Jackson nodded back, "So you like punk I take it?"
Eric nodded. "Yeah. Music's great, it's a cool subculture with some great people, and it has a cool history." He said, grinning.
"I can tell," Jax grinned, "You know a lot about anything punk don't you?"
"A fair bit." He said, nodding. "I could go on for hours, but I'm not gonna bore you."
"Well don't be afraid to drop something if it pops up, darling," Jax responded, "I might drop some weird facts I know."
Eric fought back a blush, nodding. "Sure thing, angel."
"Got anything else for me, dear," Jax started his cycle through nicknames ignoring the heat trying to radiate from his cheeks.
"Depends, sweetheart, what do ya wanna hear about?" He asked, brushing some hair from his eyes. Stupid hair-
"Anything you got for me, babe," Jax smirked over at him. His eyes were focused on Eric as he brushed the hair away.
Eric searched his brain. "Submission by The Sex Pistols was written out of spite." He said nonchalantly.
"Submission by the what?" Jax asked almost stopping on the sidewalk at that comment. He was so confused.
"Sex Pistols. They're another one of the original punk bands, on the British side." He said, laughing a bit. "Don't worry, I had the same reaction the first time around."
Jax continued walking as he let out a slight chuckle, "Okay… What kind of person names there band Sex Pistols?"
"Okay, so the laugh point for British punk was a shop called SEX." Eric started. "And this group of teenagers hung out there. And Malcolm, the husband of the owner and designer, decided 'hey, I should put together a band with some of these kids!' And he did. And they became the Sex Pistols." Eric said, finishing with a flourish. "I mean, that's heavily simplified, but-"
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