The Punk and the Snark (Pt. 2)
The Zon was its usual dirty, grungy beer-stained, smoke-filled, druggie infested den of sin and vice.
Not to mention that the music was terrible, courtesy of the band 'Foam Party'.
In other words it was the perfect safe place for a first date for the King of the Punks and the Queen of the Snark.
"Wow," Daria commented as she and Bob 'enjoyed' the show, "I never thought I'd hear a band worse than Mystik Spiral."
"I guess you didn't make it to Alternapalooza last year then," Bob replied with a fat blunt in one hand, a plastic cup full of cheap beer in the other, "The music there made Trent Lane and his band sound decent by comparison."
"Actually no I didn't," Daria answered back with a cringe, "And the memories of my failed trip there are painful." Beat. "Want to swap horror stories?"
Bob took a swig, "Sure."
"Ok then," Daria said with a hint of a grin, "The road trip started with me wearing lipstick..."
"...then by the time we got the engine fixed the show was already over." Daria finished.
"Ouch!" Bob said while finishing his blunt and dropping it on the ground, "But trust me when I say you didn't miss shit."
"How bad was it?" Daria asked as he stomped out the butt with his boot.
"Bad," Bob replied with a shudder and indicated to the stage, "Those clowns were the opening act for a start."
Daria winced, "I feel sympathy pain."
"And that was the start of the show," Bob added and took the last swig of his beer, "But thankfully the drummer of Crease handed out bad acid to the other performers and they, and most of the audience became too fucked up to do anything. So the show got shut down early."
"That explains a lot." Daria said after she thought it through.
And as if on cue, Foam Party reached the end of their set and thanked everyone for listening.
"They should be thanking us for not throwing tomatoes." Bob commented with a sly grin.
"Rotten or fresh?"
"It matters?"
And that earned Bob his first half-smile from Daria Morgendorffer.