Bad Tastes

[holiday_pirner]

When Holly entered Tracks, the record store was mostly empty, save for a few people milling over some new releases. A Cinderella track was playing over the sound system, and strains of glam metal accompanied the brunette as she wandered over to the cassettes.

As she rifled through the Q's, trying to find a Queen album a friend had recommended, a movement in her periphery caught her eye. A boy, maybe in his mid-teens, was grasping a few tapes in his hand and acting twitchy.

Holly tilted her head, watching him closely. He was too busy looking out for store employees to notice her, until she pointedly cleared her throat. "Are you sure those are the ones you really want? I mean, if you're going to opt for the five finger discount, make it worth your while."

The brunette approached him, ignoring his surprised glare. She grabbed one of the tapes and held it up. "This one isn't too bad, but...is that Quarterflash?" Holly shook her head disapprovingly. "I think someone should call your parents just to warn them of their son's budding horrible taste in music."

He pulled away from her, grabbing the cassettes back. "Do you work here?"

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[holiday_pirner]

"What, about telekinesis and everything? I don't, not really." Holly smudged some ash away with the toe of her sneaker. There were tiny, sparkling dots of broken glass embedded in the tar.

"But I got my degree in psychology," the brunette admitted. "I had these big ideas of being a therapist. All my friends know how funny this is because I am completely fucked up." She gave Brian a knowing smile.

"Then my dad was murdered, and I was angry at myself because all this stuff I didn't know came out." She scraped at some nail polish. "So I got a job at this shop that sold Vivienne Westwood knock-offs instead."

[brian_campo]

“I’m sorry about your dad,” he said. “Mine's dead, too. Heart failure. Whatever he was doing in the sixties fucked up his organs. But I don’t have anybody to be angry at, it just happened. I can’t imagine what that feels like.”

He scratched his mouth with a knuckle.

“Did they ever catch the guy?”

[holiday_pirner]

She turned her attention from her nail polish to the plastic wrapping on her cigarettes. "A girl, actually," Holly confided.

She looked up, tossing her hair casually. "A vampire Slayer gone 'round the bend. They're young women imbued with the strength to fight vampires, demons, and whatever else there is," Holly explained.

"They sound a little scary to me," the brunette admitted quietly.