Re: tandy & holly; the music store
The parental situation was always pretty significant, when the average age dropped below thirty? The shock-absorption of age hadn't kicked into high gear and you were still riding the end of the wave, the one that was like, a mixture of the totally unconscious, core kind of love you felt for a parent long before they'd trashed the idea of being the protector, and a hard jam into disappointment, maybe. Resentment, a little, maybe just jaded by their choices and a fresh perspective on how life ought to get handled. Whatever it was, Tandy was loaded with it, the dead dad she knew wasn't a saint, but who acquired a pretty shiny glow the further back he got and the mom she had complicated feelings for even if she spent a good couple weeks working out if cut ties transcended returning to a universe. She still felt it? The fact that her mom didn't know she'd left, didn't know she'd come back - maybe she did but she figured that would have come up in conversation with Billy, the roommate-that-wasn't.
So anyway. Complicated feels rising up like a wave aside, she was kinda focused on the short-term. Like Holly ....though? The place was dead in a cool, chill way and there was no one to freak about seeing the knife thing in action. Tandy knew exactly where the shadows in this place fell, like she knew where the light spots were. It was instinct or something. But consent wasn't in Tandy's wheelhouse, not when it came to making money but the kind of asshole she picked up generally had something unpleasant enough about him that she didn't care that much.
"I'm not really into drinking. Or drinkers," which was understatement, but Tandy delivered it breezily. Sure, her mom preferred drugs. The kind she could snort, preferably. Mrs. Bowen had a thing about visible marks? Like she didn't look fucked up on drugs anyway, but the money for coke had long since gone, and Mrs. Bowen was probably wearing her addiction more obviously than she really wanted to. Still. Substances.
"It's definitely weird. I think the qualifier is probably weirdpower, rather than superpower? Because it's pretty dumb. Light knives. You've met a grey cloud of death and destruction? What did I miss while I was gone? You know the weirdest thing I ever had to deal with? Hen nights, Holly. I don't know, what do you do with light knives, except possess a murder weapon no one can ever find?" Deadpan. It wasn't like she'd done that, or anything.