open to: all ! setting: night. an empty record store. the clerk is dead behind the counter, probably. oh and sonny’s a vampire !
“-- uh-uh, we’re closed.” distracted and impatient, sonny sits on the glass counter between the cash register and a rack of sunglasses. he slides a pair of wiry black ray bans on before getting a load of the trespasser, decides he has a little time for them. “unless...,” he smiles a little, feeling controlled as he slides a clove cigarette between his lips, unlit. “what album you here for? don’t fuck this up, could be life or death.”









