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“….and in related news, the space station Gold Dawn is scheduled to release the results of-“ The voice on the radio suddenly cut out as Eric changed the station to one that played classic rock. The voice of the newscaster had been replaced by the musical stylings of Bob Dylan. Eric looked to Scott, who was busy patching the cracks in the wall with a new layer plaster and a frown formed on his face.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Eric asked, surprise creeping into his voice.

“Getting this place ready.” Scott said as he worked, never looking away from the task at hand.

“I can see that. Why are you doing THAT?” He said, emphasizing the last word.

“So we can get the club ready.” Scott said simply, knowing exactly what Eric was referring to, but secretly enjoying teasing his friend.

“Dude, seriously. At this pace we won’t open until next year.” Eric said, his tone filled with annoyance.

“Nah, the place just needs a touch up.” Scott said, trying not to laugh.

“Come on, seriously…can’t you just you know…swoosh?” Eric said, making a flying motion with his hands.

“Don’t feel like it.” Scott said in a deadpan voice.

“Scott...please.” Eric said finally. 

“All you had to do was ask.” Scott said with a grin.

Suddenly there was a whir of movement, and Eric looked on as the interior of what would become the club that he and Scott would run together began to transform right before his eyes. The walls were finished and painted, the support beam was fixed, and the dirt covered floor was shining like new. Then, just as quickly as it had begun, the torrent of movement stopped, and Scott stood before him, a smile on his face.

“So, what do you think?” he asked as he admired his handiwork.