The night was not proving as fruitful as Suzie had hoped. Her weekly ritual of rooting around in the used cassette corner of the local campus music shop was netting her zero interesting finds, and the cute guy who usually manned the place on Fridays was absent. In his place was an older woman in her late twenties with dyed red hair and painted black eyes. Leaned against the counter with practiced indifference, idly conversing with two femboys in matching pink skirts over the which decade had fielded the best rock/rap fusion bands.
Part of her wanted to walk over and join in, but she knew approximately zilch about the topic. With a last sigh, she resigned herself to having nothing interesting to talk about that week for her podcast. The bell on the door jingled as the two boys left, and Suzie took that as her cue to leave as well.
“Nothing good in the graveyard bin?” the red-haired woman said as she walked past.
Suzie felt herself blush slightly. “No. I was hoping to find some retro 90s tunes, you know? But everything here is played out. Or country.”