Reoccurrence

[holiday_pirner]

Holly pushed open the door of the record shop, and the music filling the space was like a warm welcome. She glanced briefly at a display of new releases before casting her eyes around Tracks. A few shoppers lingered here and there.

Her hands, clad in fingerless gloves, toyed with the strap of her bag as she walked toward the register. She was mostly wandering, finding distractions to fill her days which stretched long and empty most of the time.

She approached a black-clad figure, his back to Holly. "So, how long has it been? I remember champagne, a roof, and not much else." Her mouth twitched a little as she picked up a neon orange flyer.

"I think I spotted you at the Dive, but I wasn't about to fight that crowd."

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[brian_campo]

The term ‘grow fangs’ had him thinking. When exactly did the fangs show up, in the grave? Was there a definitive answer on that? No way the government wasn’t clued in on something he knew about. “I dunno. Maybe I’d stop being able to do that when I crossed over.” He was relieved to have another direction for the conversation, so he went with it. “Kind of makes you wonder what other cross-breeds are out there. Were-pire? Mum-bie?”

Brian hit the button so they could cross the intersection and waited for the light could change. He wiped a hand over his mouth in a subconscious attempt to stop himself from whatever he was about to say.

“Ah god. I am going to hate myself for this later, but I need a second opinion. Valerie asked if we could see other people and I didn’t handle it well. I was wondering if I’m out of touch. I haven’t had a girlfriend in five years, so.” Brian felt his neck turning red.

It was embarrassing. Even though he knew Valerie wanted to experiment with a girl, he couldn’t say that to Holly. It was too personal. He had to let her believe it was another guy she wanted, which was like saying he couldn’t get the job done by himself.