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Aberdeen Washington, 1987 October 16th Bloom Cafe
It was a couple days after Meadow was discharged from the hospital and also the day of the gig. She couldn't be more ecstatic about tonight, the intensity of the crowd, and the great music she was bound to hear.
As for right now though, she was stuck washing down tables while also taking orders. Her coworker had called off for the next week, so Meadow's been swamped for about two days now. She was never one to complain that much so it didn't matter to her.
The café was especially empty at this point considering she had just taken what seemed to be the last persons order of the night. Just as she was finishing the tables, someone walked in. She turned around to see a more than happy looking Shelli.
"Meadow! Pack up, I'm here to drive you home. The gig starts in an hour and ten minutes. Presley's already in the car, we have to hurry up."
Meadow moved like the flash in order to assemble everything back the way it was and finish washing down the counters. She threw off her apron and clocked out.
"Bye Tim! Have a nice night."
"Have a good time at the gig! Be safe though."
"I will, goodnight."
With that Meadow and Shelli were racing out the door to head back to the house to get ready.
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"Mea, do you have any band tank tops?" Presley continued walking around Meadow's room shuffling, "I left all my good stuff at my mom's house." Meadow walked into her closet and rummaged through a big black basket. She threw out every possible thing that resembled a band or was an actual band.
"Alright, I have The Melvins, Beatles, Sonic Youth, The Who, Zeppelin-"
"Can I check the Zeppelin one out?" Meadow threw it in her direction and Presley quickly grabbed it and tried it on. It fit like a glove, but she didn't feel she should wear a Zeppelin shirt to a Sonic Youth concert.
"Let me just have the Sonic Youth one, maybe Kim and Thurston will see it and bring me on stage."
Meadow laughed, "Hey Pres, how's Dave by the way?"
Presley was still looking in the mirror, but she whipped her head around to come face to face with Meadow. The question was out of the blue and kind of unusual. Well, Presley hadn't seen Dave since the first day Meadow was in the hospital, but whenever they were together it was casual.
"Why do you ask?"
"I'm not allowed to ask my best-friend questions about her personal life?" Meadow smirked and went back to folding, "Unless there's something you don't want me to know, which would go against rule seven of the best-friend act of 1886."
