Holly nodded to the illicit merchandise. "Quarterflash," she wrinkled her nose in kind, "and the far less offensive Van Halen." The brunette shrugged and smiled at the employee. "Not usually my genre, but 1984 is already a classic."

She watched the teenager go through a range of emotions: disgust, anger, fear, hope. All the stages of being caught in the act. She'd feel sorry for him if it weren't so amusing.

"Night Ranger, though." Holly gave Troy an appraising glance.