Re: Webster's: Holly & Elijah
Holly thought it was a way useless question. He had no idea why not Billy. He had no idea why not Billie. Holiday was because of his mom, and it was kinda the same as saying 'why not Holiday?' You know, instead of Billy or Billie. Anyway, it was Holiday. He didn't ask why Elijah, because it just didn't occur to him to. Maybe different people's brains worked in different ways. Nah, it was a given, right? That people's brains worked in different ways. For example, he would never walk into a music or movie store and ask anyone's advice. He had his tastes, and he knew them, and he went for what he liked. Maybe the guy behind the counter, who was himself in this case, had a totally different musical genre vibe going, or maybe his taste just seriously sucked. Nah, Holly didn't ask, so different strokes for different folks, right?
But, right, the guy was listing stuff, and Holly played it safe. He motioned to where the classical stuff was, and then he motioned to the jazz. "Have you tried Stan Kenton? A lot of people looking for Glen look for him too. He's on the second row over." As for modern classical, there wasn't as much to go on, not given what the bearded guy was offering up. "Philip Glass? Metamorphosis 3, or Yann Tiersen, Comptine d’un autre été, if you're cool with scores." Neither mediums were his personal thing, but he thought Glass was kinda interesting. "And the Blue Notebooks by Max Richter is awesome, but it has spoken word," he added, truthfully.
Anyway, back to his throat, and the till dinged as he cashed out. "This is Repose. I'll be fine." Holly had lived in the Capital, and that was some dangerous shit. He hadn't exactly lived anywhere nice, especially since he was supporting dad back here, and he was pretty sure the chalk outline on his old rooftop balcony was a legitimate crime remnant. Here, okay, vampires, but he was pretty sure Gramps would be down the stairs and chowing down on anyone who tried, so he wasn't worried. "I'll take my chances, just like you're doing."