erich: my mom was the same way with me yelling " that girl's fine looking man,she's something else" at the top odf my lungs....ok,so maybe rockabilly doesnt have quite the same piss off your parents effect as metal,but the theory is sound. a basement,huh? i've heard of them.but never seen one. it's a room under the house..like a fallout shelter?

karoleina: yes,everything can be likened to archaic civil defense references.

karoliena:um,we'll tell nichole you moved back in after getting sacked from your first band. .


erich:* raises an eyebrow* you wouldnt happen to have....an n64 in there,would you?

erich: *gets super pumped* please tell me you still have ocarina of time!

karoliena:ok, neil. looks like it we lost them for the night. fucking dorks.

erich: oh for sure..*nods to karoliena* we may have to kill her.no witnesses must be left.


karoliena:oh come off it. *giggles* personally,i loved the rumble pak..


erich:ooh,i love when you talk vintage video games. quake and mario 64...i think there will be no sleeping tonight sammy boy!

karoliena:*smirks* you dirty boys.i like it because it brings the game to life.


erich:we're going to need pork rinds,and lots of them.





ooc: i gotta hit the sack. no that isnt a euphemism. i got work in the am.

Castor yawned and stretched. Sleeping on the floor of Sam's basement wasn't the most comfortable place he had ever slept, but hey, you make due.

"Erich, I..." Castor stopped himself. "Eh, whatever..." He rolled out of bed. "Anybody want coffee?"

"Aww..." Castor said. "Come with me?" He asked Nina as he headed up the stairs quietly, heading towards the kitchen.

"You can't. That's the point," Castor responded back with a smile and peck on Nina's cheek. They reached the top of the stairs and quickly found the kitchen. "Now... Where is the coffee...?"

Castor laughs. "Yeah, I keep forgetting if we're at Sam or Neil's mom's place..." He checks the drawers in the kitchen. "Looks like we got something called... Caribou Coffee... That sounds decent enough."