A sultry laugh rumbled in Tristan's chest as he shook his head. "You sound like a math nerd to me." He stated, plucking a jar off the shelf and dropping it in his basket. Chewing on his lip, he glanced between the slip of paper clutched between his fingers and the shelves, his dark eyes searching for all the items his bandmates wanted.

"Kinda of, but I can go beyond simple one plus one questions."Dexter said."So what are you looking for anyway?"He asked looking at the shelf then at then list then at Tristan.

Tristan glanced at Dexter then at his list, reading off his items, "pickles, milk, eggs, bacon, bread, butter, oil, salt, pepper, flour, sugar, coffee, marshmallows, chocolate, hot cocoa mix, sandwich meats, condaments- such as ketchup, mustard, and so on-, cheese, ice cream, whipped cream, and chicken nuggets." He said, crossing off the condaments as he put bottles in the basket and continued on his way.

He thought for a moment, then followed Trisian."That's a lot of food,and the bacon's on sale for $3.50 and they ran out of flour yesterday they should be getting some more tomorrow."Dexter said counting on his fingers.

Shrugging he put a few more items in his basket, scratching them off his list before moving on to the next item. "It doesn't really matter if I get the flour today or tomorrow, Gill likes to make pancakes, which is the only reason I'm buying it, I think he can survive a day without pancakes." He said, grabbing three packages of bacon and using his pen to cross it out on his list.

Dexter couldn't help but laugh at that."I'm more of a waffle person."He said chuckling."So do you like pancakes or waffles or both?"He asked looking around at the other food items.

He shrugged absentmindedly. "I dunno, they taste the same to me, one is just crispier than the other." He stated, looking at the label on a jar before placing it in the basket, worrying his lip between his teeth.

"That's interesting, but I guess you have a point." He stated thoughtfully.Dexter, noing Tristain's worried look;cocked his head to the side."What's wrong?"He asked a little nervously.

He glanced at the kid before shaking his head. "Oh nothing, I'm just thinking." He said before picking up the last few items on his list and placing them in the basket and heading toward the checkout counter. He piled the items onto the conveyer belt and stood in front of the girl behind the counter. He instructed her to use paper bags then paid and took the two heavier bags into his arms and nodded for Dexter to take the last two, which had the lighter items in them.

He took the bags and asked."So where do you live?"

Tristan smiled and jestured for him to follow. "Like I said before, just a few blocks from where we met." he said teasingly, beginning their trek to his house.

Dexter nodded his head remembering that Tristan had mentioned that,and shortly followed him."Is there anything that you might wanna tell me about your bandmates before I meet them?"He asked. He normally told new people about his parents so maybe the same was for Tristian.

Tristan thought for a moment, before shaking his head. "I don't think so..." He trailed off before something hit him, "Ah, wait, you may want to watch out for Casey, he likes to hug people, but other than that the rest are pretty normal." He said. Tristan turned into a small fenced in yard and walked up the path to the wooden steps. He pushed the door open and heard some shufflinf around in the house, leaving the door open for Dexter.

Dexter looked at the house and came in hesentently.In his mind he calulated the time it took to get from the living room to the door, from up stairs to the front door and from the kicthen to the front door.He then looked at Tristan.

Tristan pushed the door closed behind the shorter male and made his way into the living room; three pairs of eyes were on him. Casey, a short Asian boy with long black hair stood up, rushing over to him, a wide smile on his face.

“Did you get the marshmallows?” He asked, using his hand to pull on the paper bag and peer in. Gill shook his head from across the room, he was the lead singer of the four, his shaggy blond hair framed a tan face. Derrik chuckled softly, taking a lamp out of the box positioned between his legs. Casey looked up at him with disappointed brown eyes. “Is that all there is? Where’s the rest of it?” He whined. Tristan nodded his head over to Dexter. Casey looked at him curiously before rushing over to him and digging through the bag, finding his marshmallows. He held them up excitedly before running back into the living room and latching onto Gill with an excited squeal.

Dexter just looked at him."Uh...h-hello?"He stated as he watched Casey reach into his bag, and run over to Gill.He then walked over and stood behind Tristan. Meeting new people wasn't one of Dexter's strong points, but he gets used to them quickly.

Derrik looked at Tristan with a questioning look while Gill was busy trying to push the excited Asian away. "Who's that?" The drummer asked. Tristan looked down at Dexter before looking back at the dark haired male.

"Dexter, this is Derrik, Gill, and Casey." He said, nodding toward each as he said their names. "Guys, this is Dexter. I met him on the way to the store." He stated, walking toward the kitchen. Derrik and Gill waved their greeting, Casey stood up, hopping over to him with a wide grin, "Hi!" He said happily, waved for Dexter to follow him as he trailed after Tristan into the kitchen.

Dexter waved and chuckled nervously."So what's the name of your band?"He asked still very nervous.Casey uppity attitude only made him more nervous, so when he entered the kitchen he stood closer to Tristan, just so his nerves won't make him flip out.

"Black Vial." Tristan responded, placing the bags in his arms on the counter. Casey pulled one of them close and started to unload it, placing the items where he thought they should go. Tristan took both bags from Dexter and placed them on the counter. Tristan looked at Dexter and smiled, before walking from the room, making his way up to his room.

He nodded his head,and asked."Who came up with it?I like it."

Tristan smiled. "Well Gill and I wanted Black Haven, but Casey wanted the band name to be Vial Rose, Derrik said that was too girly so to make everyone happy we decided to combine them and became Black Vial." He said, trying to make the band naming as brief as possible. He pushed the door to his room open, sighing when the sight of boxes greeted him. "I have a lot of work to do."

"What kind of work.Maybe I would help."Dexter said looking at the room.He then covered his mouth."Oh...I'm sorry."He then said turning his head to look back at the others.

Tristan shook his head. "It shouldn't take too long. I just have to unpack my belongings." He walked into the room, looking around. All that was out was his futon he usually used as a bed. "Go ahead and take a seat," He said and gestured toward the lone futon.

He nodded his head,and entered the room.Dexter then sat on the futon."Where'd you live before you came here?"Dexter than asked.He never really left this town, he's afraid of becoming like some kind of bug under a mircoscope.

Tristan glanced at him before walking over to a stack of boxes and opened it with the loud ripping sound of tape. "I'm from a... I guess you could call it a medium sized town. It's to the south." He stated, pulling out a few items and distributing them where he felt like putting them at that particular moment.