"I swear, if I'm dying tonight because of you, I'm gonna haunt your ass so hard, Harrington!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! I'm gonna go full Poltergeist and shit!"
"Then bring it, Graveswood."
"Challenge accepted."
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In which after years of suppressing their...
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Chapter Ninety-One: Power Outage
(Suzie Do You Copy? Pt. 2)
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Rowan hummed along to Dio's One Night In The City as she finished wiping the counter while Eddie finished putting the new band shirts, patches and other merch away in their respective places. The haze of the weed she and Eddie had smoked five hours earlier was fading away as on the wall, the clock ticked closer to ten o' clock—the moment hers and Eddie's shifts ended and they could go back home after Eddie picked up Alistair from Starcourt, as he and the other gremlins had gone to see a movie. Apparently it was a horror movie and not age-appropriate at all and none of them had tickets for it, and it had Rowan grinning in approval.
Counter done, Rowan moved on to the register, counting out the money made today. Not as much as Rowan assumed would be before Starcourt, but still enough.
"Hey Graveswood," Eddie said. Rowan looked up to see him there, a grin on his face as he held up a Metallica shirt from their latest tour. "How much for this?"
"Hmm, I don't know. That would be thirty dollars, but I'm sure I can give you the employee discount of ten percent, so twenty dollars," Rowan answered, a matching grin on her face.
"And what about the best friend discount?"
"Considering you didn't give a rat's ass about friend discounts two years ago, that is twenty dollars with the employee discount, Munson."
Eddie huffed out something between laugh and sigh, shaking his head as he rummaged through his pocket for twenty bucks. "You're never letting that go, huh?"
"Not in a million years, now pay up money vulture," Rowan snarked, hand out and waiting.
Eddie rolled his eyes, but gave her twenty dollars and she gave him a sunny smile. "Thank you for your purchase, Munson. Really keeps this struggling business alive."
"Yeah, yeah," Eddie said, before he jerked his head to the shirts. "See any you like?"
"Not really. I'm gonna wait until AC/DC's concert later this year. Then—" Rowan started, before she gave a sharp gasp as something stabbed at her brain and grated against her natural current.
"Hey Graveswood, you okay?" Eddie asked, just as the lights cut out and the boombox shorted out right as Evil Eyes began.
I'm fine, Rowan wanted to say, but she couldn't as she gripped the counter edge, trying to not let pain contort her face as something discordant and unnatural and wrong shrilled against the fibres of her being, stabbing into her skull and screeching at her cells, a frequency out of tune against hers and yet it also felt like the frequency of this world being distorted and warped so terribly, unnaturally and monstrously out of frequency, and another, terrifyingly familiar frequency shrieking at her like it was coming alive and painfully grating against her in the process. Eddie was demanding if she was okay, she could feel him holding her arms, but Rowan couldn't focus, all she could focus on was this screeching, shrieking, distorted, painful frequency hammering away at her and making her feel like she was being torn apart at the cells.
