That one guy || Molly and Paul
Molly meandered around a little music outlet at the far end of the boardwalk. It was the only one that seemed to have a little more taste than the others, it was also not as populated and easier to sift through most of its library. Molly picked up a track here and there, a lot of them by ELO, one of her favorite groups since childhood, and stuck them under her arm while she continued to cherry pick through the albums they had available. Sadly enough Molly had no money to buy any of them and had to resort to the record playing in the back of the store to listen to them. It wasn't like she could steal them, and she had wanted to, but the man a the front had been watching her like a hawk since she strolled in through the door. Molly looked over her shoulder at the counter in the front. The man was still standing there like a stone cold statue. He knew, of course he did, how could he not? With all the ingrates and punks who populated the boardwalk this man would have been a fool to take his eyes off her. She turned away put the record on the player then placed the large headset over her ears. before the music started a cluster of heavy footsteps thundered into earshot and not long after she heard the man at the counter pinch off a few patronizing words to whom ever walked in. Molly felt her stomach tighten up; a specific smell was floating around. That sickly sweet smell, like cloves mixed in with grease, only other vampires seemed to have that smell - at least to her they did - but the smell was strong so there had been more than one inside the music store with her. Molly would ignore it and hope they'd go away soon. She cranked up the volume to her headset and zoned out to ELO.