Music is my Aphrodisiac

[KoBu]

Drek Von Almaska:

 

Aged: 23

 

Drek owns his owns a music store and runs it by himself, with his apartment above his shop. His Gran often pops in to check in on him.

 

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‘It’s very quiet today…’ Drek thought, absent mindedly stacking and lining up a new collection of oldies. Of course, since it was raining outside, nobody would come out shopping for CDs or records.

But that was perfectly fine with the self made store owner. Don’t misunderstand, Drek loved working in his own shop. He could do what he wanted, make his own rules, take breaks whenever he pleased, and most of his customers were very decent, pleasant, and honest people. But dealing with young, dumb, airheaded teenagers, who seem to think his shop was a playground or a place to show your dick off by stealing his merchandise was not Drek’s favorite way of spending his work day.

Or when disgruntled parents come in with complaints, blathering about how the lyrics in some of the albums are to graphic for their child, and Drek then turns said CD case around to reveal the lovely, shiney Parental Guidence Advisory sticker on the back cover.

The loud tinkling of the bell attached to the top rail over the doorway signaled Drek of a customer walking in, “ Hello and welcome to Aphrodisisches Musical, what are you listening for?”