It would have been a completely different experience if Jason had come into the record shop just a few weeks earlier. All of Marcy's regulars knew she had been dumped. The first three days they were sympathetic and even found her drama a little endearing. She spent most of her shifts sitting behind that counter with her head down next to the register, playing No Doubt's "Don't Speak" on repeat.
For over a week.
At one point one of her regulars had bought out ⚡'s collection of No Doubt records, just to keep Marceline from playing that damn song ever again. She'd moved onto Eliott Smith albums which seemed more tolerable to her customers.
Eventually, she was back to her regular, irreverent self.
No one local ever noticed her pointed ears, razor sharp teeth, gray complexion, the fact that she covered up and stayed out of direct sunlight or that her feet never technically touched the ground.
There was a soft bell chime at the door when Jason walked into the shop and the vampire queen's head perked up as she looked at him and greeted him with a casual, "'Sup?"