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You can never have too many classic rock one shots, can y...
Muse: English Supermodel and Businesswoman Kate Moss Musician: American Singer/ Songwriter, Record Producer and Actress Joan Jett Time: Late Seventies
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Joan had been coming to the gas station almost every day. Nicole just assumed that her motorcycle was a gas guzzler, and that she really liked red licorice.
Her routine was to browse the store for about ten minutes, come up to the register, put a gallon on pump four, and buy a Coke with a pack of Red Vines. Nicole had certainly noticed Joan's stares, but didn't think much of it: there isn't much else to look at in a small town filling station. If she was being honest, she quite liked playing this little game with the mysterious leather-clad girl.
It was a hot Tuesday afternoon, as nearly all afternoons in Nevada are, but the gentle early-summer breeze made the heat pleasant. At this time of day, everyone was already at school or work, and the remaining stragglers were skateboarders or dropout kids into that new BMX stuff. That being said, business was particularly slow — not that Nicole minded. Since the store was empty, she could flip through her glossy May issue of Tiger Beat.
If she was being completely honest, though, Tiger Beat was far from her favorite magazine, but it was better than reading the local news in the paper. Her green eyes skimmed the pages, mostly looking at the pictures and ignoring the blocks of mind-numbing text. There was a little black fan humming on the counter, occasionally blowing her dirty blonde locks into her mascara-coated lashes. Whenever it happened, she'd just untangle them with a hooked finger.
Just when she though she could die from boredom, the vibrations of a loud and powerful engine rattled the glass beer bottles on the lower shelves. She was here. Nicole scurried into the isles to grab a pack of gum to chew, wanting her breath to smell nice. It wasn't a very good gum, it lost its flavor in less than a minute, but it would have to do. Not long after the blonde took her seat again, Joan walked into the station like an angel in black. The golden-haired girl subconsciously tugged her canary yellow strapless romper further up her chest, wanting to look presentable.
Feigning disinterest, Nicole looked back down into her dreadfully flat magazine, plucked and pencil thin brows intentionally furrowed in an attempt to act enthralled with the pubescent gossip. However set on seeming indifferent, she still made sure to sneak sly glances at Joan whenever the biker was looking away.
The sound of squeaking leather and clacking heels filled the small store as she stalked the isles like a cat on the prowl. She snagged her usual pack of licorice, then making her way over to grab an ice cold coke from the fridge. Nicole looked up from her magazine, genuinely intrigued to see the raven-haired girl reach down into the chest freezer for two ice cream bars. This was the first time she'd broken her routine.
Just as Nicole was turning the page, Joan approached the register with her goods in hand. She placed the Red Vines and the Coke onto the counter first, followed by the two new additions: one Creamsicle and one Jumbo Jet Star. Those were two best selling ice cream flavors that they sold, so Nicole wasn't surprised by the choice.
