So, graduation yesterday had been... nice? Mostly nice. The scorpions notwithstanding, of course. But those were to be expected, Jonothon supposed, as he settled in behind the counter at the Groovy Tunes and started going through a few CDs that had been left at the counter on Thursday by customers who had been unable to pay for them, for some reason. Did nobody on the island pay with debit or credit anymore?

Around here anything was possible, granted.

Feeling vaguely lazy today, Jono pulled out his phone and sent a text around to a few of his friends.

When did high school graduates start getting so young?

There. Even if business was slow while the new grads entertained their guests, at least he could spend his day texting back and forth with Jubilee about feeling old. His day was set.

[OOC: Open! If you want to also have gotten Jono's text, by all means!]