pPickles had the next evening off work. He was feeling kind of angry and pissed off and stuff, though, and didn't really feel like being around too many people, so he just went home a little while after school. He didn't really know what the boundaries were since he didn't really have his own bedroom and all, was just kind of taking up the couch, but he figured that since he paid rent, it was fine for him to hang out there, too./p

pWhen he unlocked the door, Donny was home and hanging out in the living room. There was music playing, and it was music like Pickles had never listened to before. His mom always listened to shit like Barbara Streisand and his dad listened to shit like Jimmy Buffet. Seth just listened to whatever was on the radio. Pickles didn't really have much exposure to music, but whatever this was, he liked it a lot./p

p"Hey, Pickles. Didn't expect you to be home so early."/p

p"Oh, yeah, sorry 'bout that." Pickles said, going to the kitchen counter to pour himself a drink. "Dude, what are you listening to?"/p

p"They're called Tokyo Blade. From England."/p

p"They sound awesome!" Pickles came into the living room area and realised that Donny was holding a guitar, playing along with the music. It wasn't plugged in, though, so he couldn't really hear it.../p

p"I didn't even know you played, dude! That's so cool!"/p

pDonny shrugged. "I'm not that good yet, but it's a way to pass the time."/p