'Ew. It smells like week-old slurpee in here. And my shoes keep sticking to the floor... When was the last time they cleaned this place!?'
Clover herded Ruby quickly around the convenience store, the two of them shuffling about she shelves rather hurriedly. Clover kept an eye on the store clerk, an Eastern-looking man who eyed them rather suspiciously; as though two young girls in a convenience store were probably up to no good at this time of night.
There was so much (and so little) to root through! Yes, there was a whole display of lighters. Maybe matches? Some lighter fluid. Nothing of consequence. And, she thought suddenly, maybe nothing that they could get away with buying if the clerk had any say about it. Her and Ruby alone in the store with the man made her suddenly uneasy.
*ring ring*
She jumped over so slightly and found her head snap around to eye the door. A short man had made his way into the store, but he had quickly high-tailed it for the back.
She didn't like it. Not one bit.
She look a sideways look at Ruby and nodded her head towards the man to tell the Amish girl silently, "Keep an eye out. Might be trouble."
Quickly, she picked up a couple of girly pink lighters and made her way to the counter, producing her ID (she's 18, remember!). She placed everything on the counter, pointing for the clerk, "And two packs of Virginia Slims, please?"