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Johnny rolled his eyes as he saw the battered green parka enter his shop, [i][color=00aeef]"If I did, you do realize I'd only sell you digital right? Giving physical media to you Sk8te kids is asking for someone to drop it off the side of a building."[/color][/i] Granted the Retros girl was one of his only consistent customers, but one look in her eyes told Johnny that she wasn't here to exchange pleasantries today. 

Cocking his head to the door at the back of the shop, he motioned for her to step through. [i][color=00aeef]"Of course, we got a shipment of new stuff in the back. Booth's all rigged up if you want a listen."[/color][/i] Without waiting for a reply, he stood up from the counter and slipped through the door. Inside the back room, there was a simple desk and terminal with chairs for Johnny and his 'clients'. Johnny switched the computer on as Baba followed through the door. [i][color=00aeef]"So to what do I owe the pleasure this morning? Are you looking for jobs, new MCPD routes or.... well I'm assuming you already heard the news this morning?"[/color][/i] Reaching into his jacket, Johnny felt around for a few minutes before producing a pack of gum. Smoking had turned into too much of an expensive habit for him...