CHAPTER THREE:
Party, anyone?
That weekend, Lily, Robbie, Ray and Travis were hanging out at Mickey's Discs. Cassandra was at the library, much to Lily's relief, having said something about researching obscure flower classifications.
"I can't help but feel like," Robbie sipped his milkshake, "we should do something special for our new member." He looked pointedly at his friends. "Any ideas?"
Running his fingers through his hair, Ray replied, "How about a party?"
"You're just looking for an excuse to discuss the history of trousers again," Travis laughed, stirring his tea.
Ray's smile faltered, giving way to a scandalized look. "Hey! How did you know about that?!"
"Anyway," Lily interrupted, "that is a good idea." She shrugged. "Maybe we can have a warehouse party, like back in 9th."
Robbie agreed. Taking matters into his own hands, he approached the counter, behind which Mickey Stone, the owner, was serving up a latte to a customer.
"Hey Mickey," Robbie greeted, as the customer left.
The man smiled. "Hey kid. What's up?"
"Uh, listen," Robbie lowered his voice, "I hear that RFR's got a new DJ, called Chaos. I was wondering if, you know, we could throw a party in her — or uh, his — honor, to welcome them."
Mickey thought a moment, then nodded. "Sure, what the hell. How about next Tuesday, at 8pm sharp?"
Grinning, Robbie replied, "Thanks Mick, you rock. I'll let RFR know, and we'll — I mean, they'll — send flyers around."