Re: tandy & holly; the music store
One who stayed out of trouble. The young adult type, but she didn't say it. Booze was bad news, both from a fundamental 'which fucker in humanity invented this as a way to get totally unconcerned with life' perspective, and also because in vino veritas, and all that shit. The cell-phones? Contracts, costs and it didn't matter that she wasn't literally terrified about getting tracked. A year did a lot to help people lose a number if no one picked up. "The boring kind," she said instead, deadpan and dry as bone-dust. Because yeah, she got it. Light-knives? Not so boring. In fact, kinda terrifying in the right light.
"I don't know how to keep it in check. I haven't gotten that scared in a while and throwing light knives at a wall in an abandoned house? Really brings back my desire to join the circus when I was six but it doesn't really do anything. I don't know, what would you do?" It was a genuine question arrowed down the length of single bills stacked tight.
"Right now, trouble and I aren't best buds, but it's not like it looks you up and asks if you plan to hang. Trouble finds people," she said, with all the knowing certainty of having basically been trouble for a whole load of people who probably deserved it. "How would you deal?"