2020-03-17 - Parks and Rek

It is an indictment of the American education system that there are many customers who wouldn't realize that Cabaret and day rhyme. They're thinking would be more along the lines of Cabaret rhyming with Harriet - and she won't be on for another hour. Park is dressed for the evening in the same faux-leprechaun as everyone else, though even skimpier. Tight green booty shorts, green corset that does what it can with what she has, and a green top hat. She makes her way up to the DJ booth with a confused look on her face.

"Hey, Herman. Do you know what the Blarney Stone is? Or what you're supposed to do with it? I'm getting some odd looks from the customers." Park turns around to reveal that the words 'Blarney Stone' are emblazoned on her rear. Her grin is quickly back. "Love what you're doing with the fiddles. Now I understand what the bar people were saying when you were hired, about how you would probably sit around and fiddle with yourself all night. But you're not! You're fiddling for all the girls!"

"Mee, we're gonna have to t-" he trails off as he looks over and down at the shorts. Butts, regardless of frame were always meant to have attention paid to them, so logically, it takes him just a slightly longer than normal moment to read the writing. Sure, he's worked in plenty of strip clubs, you'd think that would desensitize him to displayed bodies. Luckily he wasn't actually dead inside. He throws his head back and lets out a cackle of amusement, getting the joke immediately.

"Oh, fuck. Ok, that's good shit right there." He wags a finger toward her rear. He snorts and shakes his head, the finger pointing at Mee, "And that 'fiddle' shit? That's just fucked up." Another laugh. He reaches to slowly fade between two songs, letting the energy of the room stay a good mid-level as the next girl gets ready to go out on stage. Even if he'd wanted to correct her about the Herman confusion for like the eighth time, it's lost in the joke assault.

Park isn't exactly sure what Rekani finds so funny but people laughing is a wonderful thing so she is soon joining him. "I like it when you laugh" she grins at him. "And I love that vest. Oh my gosh! So sparkly!" She will let him deal with the song transitions while dancing along to the beats...and fiddles. Once it is safe to resume conversation, she is quick to start talking.

"You know what I have realized?" she asks with a sage expression. "Korea and Ireland are the same." There is evidence coming. "We're both countries that were invaded by island neighbors - that's island with an 's', not Ireland with a 'r'. Our people were both treated badly by those invaders. We're both into vegetables - Ireland loves potato, Korea loves cabbage. And we both have northern bits carved away and run by lunatics. Therefore, Korea is the Asian Ireland. Or Ireland is the European Korea. Either way, Saint Patrick's Day is as much about Korea as Ireland." She beams at this stream of logic. "Even though I'm American, you get the point I'm making."

Park turns to the strip club customers, all of them watching the stage, and yells out, "Begorah!!!" No response as she returns to Rekani. "That means 'hello'" she incorrectly informs him.

Rekani cheeses it up, because what are vests best used for? Flexing. He lifts both fists and curls inward, which does very little. Sure, there was muscle tone, he lifted weights and worked hard, but there was also a pretty thick layer atop that that meant his biceps flexed, but mainly just called attention to his tattoos. "Why thank you!" He does glance at her outfit, trying to keep the leer out of his expression. Professional appreciation. Yes. "Lookin' pretty fly yourself tonight, Mee. But seriously, the Blarney stone, thing..." He lifts a hand and kisses two fingers in a held ring, striking a very familiar 'Just right.' meme pose.

He leans on the table with one hand while he listens to the tirade about the countries similarity, and at least one part seems to dig a little, "I... uh... are potatoes a vegetable?" His head cocks a little aside, and he squints at her, the angle becoming a little more pronounced over time, before he snickers and steps back from the board, reaching to grab a cup to sip from and lean against the wall of the booth. They had time, anyhow, it was a whole routine, and he had premixed it. Plus, he was sure Park would want a turn anyhow at some point. He pulls a silver vape from his breast pocket and takes a hit from it, the faintly sweet herbal scent that comes on his exhalation through his nose making it pretty clear of the contents.

He had no way to know how incorrect the words was, but he laughs. Her enthusiasm was pretty entertaining, so he wasn't arguing. "Also, no offense to your theory, but Korean food is fucking worlds above Irish food. I'd eat that shit B-L-D."

Park will give a little twirl for the compliment at how she looks. "I wish I could say it was my idea but I was told to wear it" she giggles. "But this corset is amazeballs. It makes me look like I have boobs. See!" She leans over to show off what little cleavage she has; Park seems excited by this miracle of modern engineering.

"Oh my gosh! Look at all the tattoos you have! I was going to get a tattoo for my birthday but I forgot all about it. That's okay, plenty more birthdays for me to have to do that. Oh! Are you in a gang or something? Is that why you have all the tattoos? Hmm...musical tattoos. Must be a very cultured gang. Like a bunch of opera singers with those horned helmets and stuff. That would be pretty cool. And they'd say things like..." She adopts a terrible impersonation of Marlon Brando in the Godfather, "'You give us the money or the fat lady sings, see.'" It ends up more like Edward G. Robinson by the end.

"Potatoes aren't a vegetable? Oh...so much for my idea. Maybe Korea is just the Asian Korea? Or one of them at least. You should let me cook for you and Nova some time! I'm not a great cook but, hey, I'm Korean. American actually but...so how's Puerto Rico?"

"No, the lights were in my eyes, show me again. Slower." he answers, somehow managing to keep a bland face as he said it. Oh he saw, but hell, this trick worked for karaoke night, might as well use his powers for <s>evil</s> good.

The comment about his tattoos almost has him snorting his drink, coughing after as he laughs, covering his mouth with his hand, "Fuck, Mee. You might kill me." Another coughing laugh, trying to get his breath before answering, "Bah, no gangs. That's why I left Miami. And Puerto Rico's awesome. Been a few years since we went."

He was grinning, though. Even mellowed by the THC, she was damn entertaining with all her tenants and energy. "Hell yeah, I ain't gonna turn down home cooking. Come over. We'll trade dinner nights." He resists the very Spanish urge to comment about putting weight on her bones. It's gotten him a good solid slap or two in more than one club.

Since he asked so nicely...and those lights are pesky...Park repeats the cleavage reveal. Slower. Innocent eyes looking at his to ensure he can see properly. "Better?" she asks. "Normally I have to do this..." She squeezes her breasts together. "But this corset can do it for me. Frees my hands too." She will patiently wait until he sees properly.

"Miami is full of gangs? That's sad to hear" Park pouts before adding. "Mind if I stand up again? When are you going to go back to Puerto Rico? I mean, are you ever? Maybe when you're a famous DJ?"

"I live with my bandmates in a house on Elm Street. We all sleep in the same room. Like 'The Monkees' or 'The Beatles'. Such fun. And we have a hot tub too! They don't mind people coming over whenever, maybe you can listen to us play too? So, let me know when you want to come over, and I'll cook up some...hmm...snow chicken! And I'd love to try Puerto Rican food too. What is your signature dish?"

Rekani observes much more carefully this time. Diligently, even. He raises a hand to lift the sunglasses from over his eyes, for that extra clarity as Park seems to happily put herself on display for him. The question about standing back up gets his eyes to meet hers again, the briefest appearance of a tongue made as he wets his lips. Damn if it didn't look like a reluctant motion. The sunglasses are dropped back into place, then pushed up the bridge of his nose. "Yup, much better. Defo good to have your hands free..." His lips are drawn into a line, eyebrow lifting into a curious curl, as he wonders, "Who's trolling who here?"

He chuckles this off, though and shakes his head, "Yeah, Miami has gangs. A lot of cities have em. I wouldn't say overrun though. And I dunno. We've visited, but it hasn't been our home since we were like kindergardeners," He crosses his arms across his body, lifting one slightly to take another sip of his drink, making another sound of amusement as she describes the house and he swallows the sip, "Yeah, that sounds dope. Uhh, Arroz con gandules is probably one of the best known Puerto Rican dishes. It's like our version of rice and beans, just better."

"Rice and beans did miss her" Park sings in reply; yes, she is singing 'Baby Got Back'. "That sounds yummy!' she adds gleefully. "Do you want to retire in Puerto Rico? Go home and do the whole raise a family thing? Obviously your family. You don't want to raise someone else's family. Well...maybe you do. That would probably be kind of you and hopefully they would know about it. You wouldn't want to raise a family that had no idea you were raising them because that would be weird and they would get worried when you appeared in their room at three in the morning, just standing there in the corner like something out of Paranormal Activity. Have you seen those movies? Sooooo scary. I couldn't sleep for like days after seeing the first one." She takes a breath. "What were we talking about?"

"Oh yeah! Are you going to be a famous DJ one day? This is what you want to do when you grow up?"

The Mixalot lyrics do get a puff of a laugh from Rekani, as yes, that was a very accurate statement about Park. It occurs to Rek to offer that little silver vape to the little Korean, a look of concern on his face that she might be going to suffocate if she didn't slow down to breath between streams of consciousness. "Girl, how do you go from asking what I wanna do when I retire," He snorts, shaking his head, palms up and out as if he was under the gun, "Which, yo, I am way too young to think about that. Then we're back at like what I wanna be when I grow up?" Another short laugh, counting on his fingers, "It's like you went backward, retirement, family (which, yo, creepy), childhood dreams," he levels a finger at Park, still chuckling good-naturedly, "Girl, you a trip."

He crosses his arms again, thinking, "Yeah, I dunno, I just like making music. Blowin' up ain't as important, I guess? Sound weird?"

"There's just so much to learn about people that I might hop around a bit" Park admits with another blushing giggle. "I really should learn to wait for answers before I move onto the next thing though. A trip is good, right? I mean, not all trips are good. Once I went to Anaheim with my parents and I was all, 'Oh my God, I'm going to Disneyland!', but I wasn't. It was a Dentist's Convention. That wasn't a good trip." Her ears perk up at what is playing. "Ooh, I love that song." She eyes off the stage for a moment and sighs wistfully. "Such good dancers here." A look back at Rekani. "Like your sister, she's totally awesome. Where did she dance before?"

"And, no, it's not weird that you don't want to be famous. It's all about the music, right? That's what counts. Getting your dreams out and about. I mean, really, it doesn't even matter if other people hear them but I like others to hear my work. Whether they want to or not. Oh! You going to go to Karaoke at the Pourhouse in a couple of weeks? It's such fun. Just like when we met! And you were talking to all those hot girls."

"All those." Rekani comments wryly, giving Park the side-eye, "Who talked to me first that wasn't my own sister?" he snorts again in amusement, then he would wave a hand on the board. She was DJ too, if she wanted to pick next he was good, or he'd set something up. "I dunno, we'll see. One of us has got to work that night, and doesn't Lyric like to go, too? Maybe we gotta Rock Paper Scissors or somethin." He takes another hit from his vape, "So you got baited, eh? That's harsh, Dentists, no Disney. We been up and down the West Coast, too. I mean, she's danced all over. We've even been to South America and Europe. They got some wild scenes in Eastern Europe, shit." He grins, remembering, that talk about trips entirely relevant. "You've got my number, send me some of your stuff to listen to."

"I may have talked to you first, but I didn't talk to you last" Park giggles before shaking her head at the offer to DJ. It's Rekani's shift and she wants to see what he has; though it is the dancers who usually choose the music. Albeit with firm suggestions from the DJs.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. One of us will have to be on duty. Unless we just set up a playlist to run while we go party. Antonio doesn't need to know he doesn't really need us" she winks. "But we could totally 'Rock, Paper, Scissors'. Do you play the extended one with 'Dynamite'? And isn't there one with 'Kilngon' and 'Spock'? Oh, do you play Pokemon Go? I know some awesome places to get some rare Pokemon."

She doesn't seem interested in the vape. Rekani may have even noticed that she rarely drinks - total lightweight when it comes to booze. "Gosh, Eastern Europe. That would be so exciting. And all those other places you've been too. Wow. But, how, you're like only twenty, right? Or maybe my age. Oh! When is your birthday? And Nova too." An enthusiastic nod about sending him some music. "Do you want the angry stuff?"

"Ok, by the end of the night, I was a few more mojitos in than being able to tell who else I was hanging out with. I do remember why I restarted the karaoke system though." He gives Park a cocky look while he steps forward. He flips a new track on, handmixes the transition, then makes a conductor-like gesture to indicate the next girl's starting beat. They did usually pick the songs, and any mods hed made tonight were almost cosmetic, the base music, speed, and beat left alone to preserve familiarity through the routine, though bass tone and intensity was ramped, and additions of high hats and snares gave them a more party-like vibe. That done, he leans back again, letting it play.

"Uhhh, hers is June 21st, mines the 6th. And if people are adding things to Rock Paper Scissors, I got no idea." He starts to chuckle as he looks sideways at the Korean.

"Hold up, the angry stuff?" Another short breath of a laugh, "I'm trying to imagine you angry about anything." He stops a second, holds up a halting hand gesture, "Wait, tell me it's some heavy screamo shit, like..." He holds a fist up to his mouth as his face lowers, dropping his voice to that signature growling roar, "Dentist-daaad, Didn't go to Disneyland, So saaaaaad..." he coughs once, not able to maintain the noise, as his ability to sing was closer to a tenor's octave. He also lifts his shoulder and brings his arm in, turning his body, as if expecting physical reprisal for his teasing, a learned behavior from a latina sister.

"June 6th?" Some quick mental calculations on Park's part before she asks, "Your parents really like September? That must be their birthdays." Her furrowed brow and solemn nod shows that she has figured it all out.

She bobs along to the music, dancing a little but not detracting from the girls on stage - as if she could. There is no physical reprisal. Instead, there is a loud guffawing at the lyrics. "Oh my gosh! Yes! That is such a cool song idea. Can I use those lyrics?" Her eyes twinkle with ideas on how the rest of the song would go. "You can have co-write credits. I mean, normally there are about twenty people on song-writing credits, but I think we can cut the numbers back. Oh! We can release it as 'DJ Dental featuring DJ SuperMassive' or maybe as a supergroup called DJ SuperDental? The opportunities are endless!"

"You can hear my angry songs when I send them to you" she enthuses. "I am working on one called 'Good Guy' on and off. Which is inspired by when President Trump said there were good people on both sides of the Charlottesville incident. So, it's first person lyrics like 'All you fags will go to Hell when you're gone/But I ain't sitting round that long/I'm going to blow you all away/God takes too long to punish the gay'. And the chorus is like, 'I'm a good guy/The President said so'. Still need some work, obviously. They were better when I first thought of them. Guess I should have written them down." A little pout before her smile is back. "I find it really hard to write happy love songs." Which brings another pout but then another quick return of her smile.

Rekani's face at this point is probably priceless, as Park draws a straight line from his and Nova's birthdays to the point that is not something he wants to think about. His parents having sex. Sure, the bits about their DJ names would be amusing, but there's a bit of a deer-in-the-headlights look coming over Rekani, staring outward a a point hundreds of yards away. Scarring. Then it gets to the lyrics, and Rekani's head is just slowly turning, like some sort of animatronic construct until his eyes are locking on Park, in a bit of shock, horror, confusion. Finally, he seems to blink, his head shaking slightly before looking at park, another almost meme-like expression. Depending on how close Park is to him, he may even raise a hand to rest on her shoulder, as this seems a pretty heavy subject.

"Ok, Mee. I'm gonna remind you: I'm Puerto Rican." If recognition of that fact plays on her face, given the way Puerto Rico was treated after having a ton of their island's infrastructure destroyed, he would be happy to give her the cliff notes. "I'm hoping, given how bonkers bananapants those lyrics are, that you're making fun of the unwise and powerless mango." His head lifts, then chin descends in a very serious nod to communicate the gravity of his words, "That said, burn everything you wrote those down on, if you did." He would likely withdraw a hand, hold palms up, trying to seem nonthreatening and innocent, "I'm not saying you're not creative, and yeah, there's a whole ton o' hate that retard deserves. But uh... that made me feel ill."

"Oh, you don't like the song?" Park considers this a moment. "I'm definitely not on that person's side. Yuk. No way. I'm trying to say something about the hatred that has been give positive reinforcement by the 'Pumpkin in Chief'." She is looking quite horrified that she may have upset Rekani. "And the way that they treated your country is another example of it. Oh my gosh, I'm sooo sorry if I said something stupid. This is why I wish I could write sweet love songs." There is a full on pout now. Not to try and elicit sympathy but because she upset someone she considers a friend.

Rekani's eyes half-lid, looking at Park's pout skeptically, his gaze sweeping down and back up in a measuring manner, "Don't think lookin' cute and pouty gets you places." He points a finger at her, trying to maintain the facade, but does smirk a little. "Nah, you're fine, I get you weren't trying to offend, I'm just saying. Dude's a plague, what it's doing is a plague. Hope it just dies off. The loud ones out themselves, get fired from their jobs." He shrugs, waving the subject away. Too serious. There's music, substances, skin. Rather pay attention to that. "Meh, love songs, angry songs, lyrics in general, Ain't really my thing. It's about the melody." He tips his head with a shrug, then winces, "I've even sold some music beats, then they put commercial lyrics over them."

Park's lower lip wobbles a bit with the accusations of being cute. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise." So she'll try a different expression; a smile won't really work. A scowl? She's not sure how to do them and Rekani would probably think it's directed at him instead of herself. Alarmed? No, nothing with wide eyes. So she'll go with as blank as she can manage while squinting and a grimace mouth. She probably just looks constipated now. "I was just trying to say something about the plague. As an artist, I was bringing attention to the world and trying to find a better place. I try not to make a fuss at work, they're just my opinions after all. Yeah, I think I should keep to instrumentals."

Her bright, genuine smile returns. "Really! That's awesome! Which commercials? Do you get paid every time they play them? That's where the real money is, commercial stuff like that." A gesture to the world around them. "I wrote a song about one of the dancers here, and I also wrote a song for the club that I try to sneak into my sets. Until people get tired of it."

"Write what you wanna write. I ain't judging you." he prods verbally, an eyebrow arching at the strange change in facial expression, "Like I got where your coming from, I just feel a little different is all." The inquiry about the commercial causes a short bark of a laugh, Rekani shaking his head, "Nah, I wish. You gotta be a big name to get a good deal. Someone where your music is recognized so well already they want to pay you that cash." He steps up to throw a new track on, again, a quick faded mix intro to make it seem seamless, "Nah, I sold 'em full rights for a couple grand a piece. They were used for some Daewoo speakers, and a Honda commercial. So far that I know, anyways. Once they ain't yours, they do whatever." He glances over at the mention of the songs she wrong, "Now those, I'm up to hearin', so send em my way."

"A couple of grand is pretty good" Park enthuses. "Though I hope that doesn't mean people can use them as a basis of songs that turn out to be really popular. That would be a kick in the balls. Can you show me how to sell beats and jingles? I mean, your contacts and all that stuff. I guess you have management and agents for that kind of thing." Rekani is obviously in the big leagues since he has sold stuff. He's a professional!

"I will def send you my songs. The demos. Some of them the band have worked on into full songs. Changed some arrangements, changed the instruments slash sound to better suit the group. Otherwise we'd probably just be playing synth pop" she giggles. "You mentioned you moved around a lot. Does that mean you'll both be on your way again soon?" Another pout at such a thought.

"I'll be honest, the first time it happened?" He looks sideways at Park and lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "They found it on my Soundcloud. They hit me up and offered me a couple grand for it. I think we made rent that month and had some extra so we could have a security deposit on the next place we moved to." He takes a sip from his drink, the vape slid into the vest's pocket.

"I dunno. Kip asked me that too. We've always stayed a few months at least." He scratches his chin lightly as he thinks about it, "But... I dunno, something seems weird about this town. I dunno if that will make us stay longer, or shorter because of the danger." He glances over, a brow raised as he skeptically observes the pout.

"A few months is good" Park nods, seemingly satisfied by this. It's better than a couple of days. "Yeah, this town has all kinds of things going on. I've been here since I was five, so I guess I'm used to it now. Danger? I've never really thought about it as dangerous. Though I guess I could have just been lucky. Did you and Nova get in danger? Muggers? I try to stay away from 'criminal elements'" says the woman working in a strip club.

"I should put stuff on Soundcloud" Park decides, "Though should I put my own stuff up or the band's. I don't want to have a solo career. Not yet at least. Oh, were you here for WinterFest? Did you see all the local bands play?" Her brows furrow as she goes back a few steps. "Wouldn't you have got your security back from the place you were moving out of to be the security deposit for the next place?"

"I mean, we're from Miami. We moved because I didn't wanna be about that gang life." Rekani remarks about the danger, "I mean, in all honesty, with Nova always being able to read people, and my shit? We've never really been in that much danger from the normies." He shrugs. It was matter of fact. Grow up with super powers, things seem just kinda normal. The shrug continues into his next statement, looking faux innocent, "Well, I guess that means we can't take you racing if we find one we gotta go tooo." He laughs.

"Yeah, Soundcloud is definitely a good way to share tunes easily, I found." He looks sideways at Park with a raised brow, "Winterfest? Nah, I think We moved into town the same week as Valentine's Day. Security deposits can be real real different depending on where you move. Sometimes, we wanna live better places, or whatever we can afford. Stuff is cheaper here than, Seattle, yaknow?"

"I don't think I know anyone dangerous called Norm either. Or Norman even. Though there is this Norman guy who writes a lot of books. Norm de Plume. He must be French or Canadian" Park replies with a smile before looking horrified. "You have to take me racing! That would be soooo cool. Do they have a race for mopeds? Have you seen the Meemobile? Or Meeped if you prefer. It's the bright pink one outside. I love it. Though it has been a bit cold riding around on it lately. Do you drive sports cars as well? Oh my gosh, you're so talented."

"Aww, you arrived on Valentine's Day. How sweet. How many Valentines did you get? Nova too? WinterFest was a big cultural thing that Lyric and I got together for the town. Anyone who made stuff could come along; music, art, baked goods, toys, it was all there. Lots of talented people in Grey Harbor. But you would have arrived too late. Maybe next year?"

The statement takes Rekani a moment to parse, mostly because he can't figure out where the Norm part comes from... Then there's a look of realization and a hearty laugh as he gets it. "Mee, we gotta talk about your name recognition sometime. How you gonna be able to organize an entire town event, but still think my name is Herman?" Rekani's makes more of a waving off motion as Park heaps some more flattery, confused at the intensity of it, perhaps. "Nah, like... It's just what we did, yaknow. Tío... which means uncle in spanish..." Rekani says the word, then has to immediately turn his head and stare down Park so as not to create more confusion, "He had a mechanic shop, so we grew up around cars. And there are bike races, but not... generally... mopeds." he chuckles at the idea of this, "I can't do that shit, so good on you. The balance never really worked for me. And Valentines? How many did you get?"

"There's no shame in a name like Herman. Sure, it's traditionally a German name - Herman the German - but people can have names from anywhere now. But if you'd prefer me to call you Rek, then I will honor your request. If you prefer Doris, I wouldn't mind. Our names are us, we are not our names" Park offers wisely. "I've already put together a town event. It was so much fun." There is confusion once more. "Uncle Tio...that's not his name, right? It must get confusing at big family events."

A bright blush at the Valentine's question. "I got zero" she shrugs. She doesn't seem too concerned about that. "Love should be for everyone, you know. And I couldn't afford a card for everyone. So hugs instead! So, when I can I watch you drive?"

"I dunno, I haven't really seen anyone that even does that kinda thing in town. Like I seen some nice cars, but they're mpstly showpiece muscle or Yuppie luxo's. There's a scene in South Seattle, but its a clip, and a lot of stuff is kinda word of mouth. If you're lucky, maybe you'll see me or Nova tear it up for fun, though."

Heavy sigh, but at least with grin, Rekani tries to think. He pats his butt, then chest, digging out his wallet. He opens it show he can actually show her a license, 'Rekani Guerra Nazario'.

"I don't even remember if I've asked, but i'm gonna assume you actually speak Korean. Do you have any siblings? And what is the Korean word for 'brother'?"

"Of course I can speak Korean" Park giggles. "Brother is 'donglyo'. I'd rather call you Rek. But if you want me to call you donglyo, I can do that. You can use it to represent colleague and companion types of brother too. No siblings though. Only child. Some people would say I am still a child but they've grown old before their time."

Park checks out the license photo. "License photos never make you look good, do they." She mouths his full name silently, committing it to memory. "What does 'Nazario' mean? Is it a rare name? Park is as common as Smith where my ancestors come from. And because it means something else in English, I always get the jokes about it. 'Let's have a picnic in the Park'. "That Park has a big bush'." A shake of her head before she explains to Rekani. "I don't."

"We're doing a gig in Seattle soon. Maybe you can do some fancy driving at the same time. And you're sister. Shame I don't see her around much" she frowns. "I can let you know when the gig is on."

There's another deep sigh as Park again misses the point, but he can't help a smirk coming to his face, "As funny as being called 'Dong' would be, nah, I'm good. What I'm saying is hermano is the word for brother in Spanish, not my name." He does take his license back though, head craning back, mouth opening and uttering an offended 'Teh!' "My photo is dope as hell, don't even play, girl." It wasn't. The only thing dope about it was how high he looked in it, probably because he blinked. He looks like he was going to laugh at the bad Park jokes, but his eyes surreptitiously widen at the very forward admittance. He opens his mouth and lifts a finger like he were going to make a clarifying inquiry, then the finger bends, and he looks like he reconsidered.

"I mean, hell yeah, I'll come see a show. Text me, girl."

"Awesome! I'm so glad you can come" Park squeals. "Let me make sure I have your deets" she says while padding her leprechaun uniform to find her phone. "Oh no, I think I lost my phone. I can't call it because I left it on silent." She frowns and then shrugs. "Oh well, if I liked it then I should have put a ring on it."

"Okay, I'll call you Rek from now on. No more Herman. Promise" she smiles beatifically. "Oh, yes, your photo is totally dope" she nods frantically, worried that she may have offended...again. "Much better than mine. I look like I was sitting on a porcupine at the time. I mean, why would there even be porcupines in the DMV? It makes no sense at all, so why would I even think that is what I looked like?" Life is so confusing. She jerks a thumb back at the crowd. "I should mingle. I'm not a dancer or waitress or anything but the boss says he wants me to show off my blarney. I still don't get it." Picking a place in the music where Rekani is not needed, she steps forward to give him a tight hug. "You're spinning awesome tonight. I'll send you that text."