theme: cassette tape

"Are you serious, Eileen?"

Eileen, soaking a dishrag in water, politely responded, "I'm pretty serious, Rigby."

She then began to scrub down a filthy plate in the sink. Rigby stood beside her, still trying to make sense of her reply.

He glanced at her sideways.

"Serious-serious?!"

Eileen couldn't help but giggle at her friend's persistence.

She placed a petite hand over her heart and recited, "I, Eileen, solemnly swear that I have never, ever indeed listened to a cassette tape before in my twenty-two years of living."

She resumed wiping the grime off of the dishes. Rigby stared at her as if she had just strangled someone with her bare hands.

"How could you come from the freaking 80's and never have listened to a cassette?"

The mole girl just shrugged. "I listened to the radio a lot. I had heard of compact cassettes, but just never got around to using one."

Eileen swerved around to look him in the face. "And you shouldn't even be in here. If my boss found out I was letting my friends into 'employees only' parts, I could get fired," she explained, drying her soapy hands with a towel.

She flinched right as Rigby took her by the arm.

"Rigby, what are you-"

"We're going back to my place, pronto," he said, dragging her out of the Coffee Shop's kitchen.

Eileen adjusted her glasses, uneasily glancing back at the cash-register. "Rigby..." she began, trying to keep up with his pace.

"My shift isn't even over yet!"

"I'll personally tell your boss that he can suck it. We're going to find and listen to one of my old cassettes back at the Park House, whether he likes it or not," Rigby replied.

Eileen rolled her eyes, but the grin on her face gave away her true thoughts on the matter.

A/N: more Rigleen to come! C: