Re: tandy & holly; the music store
Tandy didn't have Holly pegged as 'perennially morose bitch'. Holly had as good a RBF as anyone she'd ever met, but that came down to genetics, maybe. Accepting and dealing on the other hand, was kind of quid pro quo. If you were sticking around a weird little town you had barely left for all but a couple years, you sucked it up and you ate the fact that the woods under a full moon were off-limits. If you had every shot of getting landed somewhere else, zero warning? Tandy didn't like to think of herself as a morose little bitch but ymmv.
"Decaffeinated coffee is god's gift to a good night's sleep," she deadpanned straight back, because lbr, that? Was kind of the objective. Tandy didn't sleep well. Combo addict mom and creepy men in her trailer late at night, and living what was probably politely known as 'on the edge'. "I haven't knifed anyone," she said, immediately. Because that shit was dangerous, admitting anything to anyone. "I was talking theoretical. And my mom is definitely not going to change until she's dead," she said flatly and there was zero emotion on the counter, because Tandy didn't engage with real feelings about her mom, ever. It was a direct route to disappointment.
"A knife tossing dog would make me serious cash," she said, grinning at the thought, but down to business: "I haven't been anywhere else. I don't know about the guy. If there's more than one universe, there's probably more than two, right? So maybe I just haven't been anywhere else. Yet. I don't want to fall from a high place, but you're right about testing."