Sam could tell they were probably talking to him, but instead of responding he just turned up his music. Tony was trying to restring his guitar to no avail. "Fuck, Rob, you got any extra strings?" rob shook his head. "Well, fuck. We need to stop at a Tom Lee or Guitar Center or something." Neil's stomach rumbled audibly. "Maybe we could get some food, too. I don't think we can survive on all this diet coke."

"yup,our evilness will flood the earth in a glittery pink froth." nina checks her phone,"uh,sam,your chances with nichole are looking pretty good right about now." she laughs.


erich says maniacally,"no guitar center. those fucks fucking screwed me the fuck over on so many fucking items,i wouldnt piss on the dog if it fucked me in the ass." he pants and regains his compsure. "but food does sound splendid. where to?"





chloe zones back in,"i want a happy meal.i think we could all use a little happy."

Sam takes his headphones off. "What!?"
Rob thinks. "Let's go someplace nice. Someplace we'll really stick out in. Just for shits and giggles."
Tony frowns. "Well, find me SOMEPLACE I can buy new strings."

"uh,you may want to check that name,love. it's erica's doing." nina says shaking her head. "ok,poll time for the van,if a girl has oral sex with a man,less than sixteen hours after having sex with a girl....is she wrong?"



erich giggles with the idea of going someplace fancy. he rubs his hands together and drops some acid, "ok,it's uncle erich's treat. whats the fanciest place around here? strings first though,business before pleasure "


"um,arbys?" chloe says.

Sam looks down and mutters something. Rob looks at him. "What did you say?" Sam lifts his head and looks like he might cry. "I said, if somebody has sex with anybody anytime after having sex with somebody they care about, they're wrong."
Rob is a little taken aback, and Jeff starts clapping. "Well, the award for 'Sappiest Piece of Shit' goes to Sam 'The Man' Fischer!" and Neil completely ignores them. He thinks. "Uh, well, we could go to Dorsia? If we can get a reservation, that is."
Tony smirks. "Nobody goes there anymore."

ooc: shamelessly ripping off american psycho? check.

Sam looks at the tampon with distaste and throws it at Jeff, who screams in an uncharacteristically girly fashion. Tony gives chloe a quick peck on the cheek. "I've heard the bathrooms at dorsia are amazing. Maybe later me and you can check them out."
He hefts his Jackson onto his shoulders. "I'll be back" and he heads off into the store.

Rob looks around the van. "Fuck this, I'm gonna go look at guitars." He leaps out of the van and runs off after Erich.
Inside the store, Tony is trying to haggle with some pimplefaced store clerk. "I'm telling you, I only need TWO STRINGS. I don't wanna pay for the whole goddamn package!" The clerk sighs. "Sir, we can't sell you two guitar strings. If you keep making a scene, you'll have to leave."

Sam looks at Chloe with suspicion. "Uh, I'm sam. Hi." Jeff looks over the situation, and decides to practice his bass playing. Neil gravitates towards Nina as soon as he sees her rolling one up. Inside the store, Rob is trying to get a custom strat off of the wall. An attendant runs over to him, hands up to catch any falling instruments. "Sir, Please, if you want to see a guitar, ask for help." Rob gives him a calm look. "I can handle it, don't wo-" his words are cut off as a priceless gretsch hollowbody falls to the ground and cracks almost in half. Tony doesn't let it distract him. "Listen man, this guy here is my buddy, Erich FUCKIN' Hess, and if you don't sell me these two strings, you're gonna be seeing a LOT more of him!"

chloe gets closer to sam,"we should talk more. you're nice....and cute too."


nina looks at neil then at chloe. she rolls a second,much larger blunt." we're going to bloody need this."



erich calmly takes off his helmet and goggles. "listen you codpiece smelling little shit,my friend needs two strings.two mother fucking strings!" he hears the crash of the broken guitar behind him. his rockabilly/acid sense informs him it was a gretsch.a lone tear rolls down his cheek. he takes his flask out and pours some on the counter. "lest we ever forget those that fall in the line of duty." he caps his flask and continues ranting. " we want the two strings and we will be on our way. do you know the fuck you are talking to? i am the fucking field agent who's sole purpose in life is to hunt down erwin rommell,and kill him. you sir,you! are impeding my mission. do you really wish to be responsible for huge nazi cocks violating all of your countrywomen?! because that is exactly what you are looking at if you dont give this man his two strings. big.nazi.cocks!" erich gives tony a look like he just said something that is going to solve all their problems.

Sam turns away from Chloe. "Uh, Chloe, you're really nice and attractive and all but, erm, aren't you going out with Tony? like...my friend Tony?"

inside the store, Rob walks sullenly up to Tony and Erich, holding his new Strat and a trashed Gretsch. "Uh, I had to buy both of these. Do you want the Gretsch, Erich? It's cracked pretty badly but...hell, a little duct tape and it might work." The clerk throws his hands up in exasperation and throws the pack of strings at them "Just get the FUCK OUT!"