“Bro, you heading over to Geezer’s later?”
“Yeah man, haven’t seen The Dirt Stars in a minute.”
“Bro, that chick singer though. Daaaaaaamn.”
“Haha! Yes, she’s attractive, but I mean, they’re a good band regardless of the singer’s physical attractiveness.”
“Haha, whatever bro, you know you want that!”
“Alright Bret, calm down, man.” I said with a chuckle.
There was about an hour left of work. Me and Bret work in technical support at the same office, and also hang out in the same circles. He’s kind of a douche on the surface, but what can I say, the guy knows how to have fun. We were supposed to be working, but we spent the last hour shooting the shit and watching YouTube videos. It was a slow week, and the support calls weren’t coming in. Summer Fridays are pretty sweet sometimes.
The Dirt Stars are a local punk band. They’ve been around for a few years, and I know a couple of the guys in the band, plus Daisy, the lead singer. I was in a band with their bass player and drummer. We were called The Moldy Takeout Containers. We were good, but we broke up pretty quickly over creative differences. Things were amicable though, and we still hung out from time to time.