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Boppin grooving shop
By: Minyaagar Date: February 24, 2026, 9:16 am
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It was another day for Nikolas as he was on his own day off- or
what suppose to be. He was in what was believed to be fanatic
territory as he took pause at a new shop. The man looked up
seeing the sign and the fact it was open. “Music hm?” Said the
tall vampire. He wondered if they had records inside as he went
to the door to step in. He brushed his hair back from his face
as his red eyes took in the store. It felt more down to earth
than most and he liked that it had more of a lived in touch.
He stepped to see wheee some were sitting to flip through them
to firmly make a line of his mouth- he slowly browsed the place
as he was taking it in- knowing eventually someone would *have*
to talk to the owner about protection money- the places often
didn’t last long with the three gangs being territorial.
He placed the record under his arm to look around a bit more as
he chose what seemed to look good but was craving something new.
—fin—
Odin was quite happy to hear from several of his friends that
there was a new hip music shop in the Oasis. The other one was
owned by a guy old enough to be his grandfather that hated
having the younger crowd hang out in the place. Once he'd
finished his early morning deliveries, and giving His elderly
neighbor Agnis a hand with bringing in her groceries, Odin
headed off towards the store.
Loki landed on his shoulder, cawing and tugged on a strand of
his hair earning a chuckle from Odin. "You can poach a ride, but
you'll have to wait outside Loki. Most people don't want birds
in their shops, you know that," he replied in an affectionate
tone.
He reached up to brush his fingers against the crow's chest
feathers gently.
"Caw..caw," Loki replied nodding his head in response.
There were a few odd stares they received during the walk,
though it didn't really bother Odin one but. He gave friendly
hellos and waves to each person in passing, and even began
whistling. Loki joined in, mimicking him, earning a few laughs
and chuckles from passing people.
"All right Loki, best wait out here," he spoke to the crow
pausing a few steps from the music store.
Loki let out a loud caw and flew off to wait on a perch nearby.
Odin saluted his friend and then went to pull the door open and
slid inside.
Odin's eyes alit with pure unadulterated bliss as he took in the
set up and the instruments in one area, and the albums, records
and CDs in the rest of the shop.
"Sweet...they actually have some great instruments," he said to
himself as he started to peruse the shop.
He finally made his way over to the vinyl records to look
through the newer releases. "Hello there," he said spying a
slightly older looking attractive guy nearby. "What kind of
music do you like? Maybe I can help you find something?" He
couldn't help but offer.
With his wildly eclectic taste, he could usually help any type
of music lover find something they might like. If he didn't
already have multiple jobs, He'd probably ask the owner for a
chance to work at the music shop. He'd probably end up hanging
out here every spare moment he had.
"I'm Odin Wright, what's your name?"
--fin--
One of the downsides to being a stoner for Blake, was that it
often made him even more laid back and lazy than normal causing
bim to be late regular, or even worse, take naps in the back
room at work. The banshee had curled up within a pile of beanbag
chairs meant to be grabbed and used as needed by those wanting
to hang out but it made an excellent hiding place. The drowsy
man didn't stir until he heard the bell for the door go off
twice warning him he wasn't alone, and then the chatter started.
Blake let out a groan as he rose from out of the pile like the
living dead before straightening himself up and heading into the
back to take care of a few things before he would return to
stand behind the counter.
"Let me know if you have any questions," he told the pair before
letting out a long yawn before he put on his headphones and
began to tap put a beat on the counter that went along with the
music invading his ears.
-fin-
Nikolas was browsing when he heard the ding of the shop door.
He noticed a man walk by that looked unfamiliar but kept aware
of his surroundings given what he was. He could see from his
perephials of his eyes the man approaching to glance when he got
closer.”mm usually into jazz or classics.. just looking for
something new to dabble in- “ he said as he flipped some records
to give a slight toothy grin at one he had been looking for.
“Nikolas.. do you tell everyone your full name? Or just the cute
ones?” He said with a chuckle.
He heard the groan of a man much later than when he came in from
the pile of beanbags to blink and got a look of ‘where did this
guy come from?’ He shook his head from it as he took in the
owners appearance. It was hard to pick between the two.. dark
hair.. more than pale skin. His mind wandering to blood of all
things to shake his head a little- realizing it was a sign he
would need to feed soon.
“If you know some recommendations please do tell?” He asked as
he could smell the god in the one in front of him- the other
smelled very sweet and get like almost a candy shop to him- till
another ding and another man coming in. His eyes flicked at the
overall appearance his eye watching the man grab whatever to pay
and go out his eye catching the tattoo of the talutah. So - it
seemed he wasn’t the only one scoped the place out.. he thought.
—fin—
"Ah there are some great jazz players, and the classics as in
classical or more golden oldies?" He couldn't help but ask to
clarify.
Odin ducked his head a bit as he perused through some of the
records in front of him, his ears heating up as they reddened at
the gorgeous guy's question. Odin caught movement out of the
corner of his eye and turned his head towards the dark haired
beauty that had appeared out of seemingly nowhere. He couldn't
help but admire the younger man for a moment, listening to the
beat the other tapped out on the counter.
"hmm...you know, there's a lot of new artists that do great
covers of the classics of Frank Sinatra and other singers from
that time. Would that interest you at all? There's this one guy
who does viking style songs that's really good," Odin added, his
passion for music coming out as he talked.
Though he heard the door ding, he kept his gaze on the handsome
man next to him, a bit enthralled by the other's looks.
"Honestly, you are very handsome. I don't tell everyone my full
name," He finally answered biting his bottom lip a bit. "If
you're not busy, maybe you'd like to hang out for bit?"
--fin--
When the bell went off again, Blake looked towards the new
customer briefly, before going back to vaguely monitoring the
store. When the rough looking customer walked up the emo man
gave a bright sleepy smile. "Will that be all for you? Find what
you were looking for okay?" He questioned before ringing the man
up and sending him on his way. Sure the banshee could be chatty
at times but that man smelled like bad news.
Feeling the urge to play, he went to pick up a nice guitar off
the shelf and began to tuneing it. His practiced ear able to get
to instrument shaped up in minutes when with chatting people in
the store.
Then Blake began to hum and strum the guitar, perched up behind
the counter as he played.
-fin-
“Classics- like Mozart, Beethoven, Bach.” He told the man. “Just
barely really just wanting something new- dabbled in jazz a
little- wanting something still smooth, hard stuff is just not
for my ears.” He said with a chuckle.
“Viking hm?…” he said as his eye darted back at the door. “I
would but currently sort of a work and pleasure thing- you might
want to hide in one of the aisles.” He said as he went to the
front and sat some records down.
The door gave a ding once again. This time the guy that had come
in, came in with a bigger guy. “Can’t you guys like- I don’t
know-stay out of the territory?” He asked his brow raised. Had
the man just not come back- he would have left it alone as them
buying things- but with a second person it was clear what would
be a stick up. He saw one go for his gun- but he was a bit
faster as he shot the man point blank. The smaller one watching
the guy go down holding his leg as his gun clattered to the
floor.
“Brock!” He heard to grin.”shouldn’t be pulling around me- I’m a
bit faster.. and brutal if you two don’t get moving.” He warned
before the smaller guy struggled with his larger friend as they
headed out.
“They never learn.” Sighed Nikolas as he laid the few
records.”I’ll buy these for the ruckus that happened.” He said
as his eye roamed a bit over the owner and felt a bit of a
conundrum Odin was cute and so was this one. Felt like a candy
store once again with the sweet blood he could smell- despite
the little he smelled from the injury of the man he shot- that
one felt like nothing compared to the two.
—fin—
Odin got a thoughtful look at Nikolas' reply, trying to think of
music the man might enjoy. "Rock n' Roll and Metallica isn't for
everyone," he replied with a slight grin. "Let me think a bit
and I bet I can help you find something you will like,"
His eyes flashed a bright gold as he picked up on the bad vibes
wafting from the other men now in the store. Nikolas' suggestion
of hiding had him give a short nod and head further back in the
store and sliding out of sight, fear and worry filling him for
what would happen next.
He'd often felt these waves of bad vibes in the past, and knew
instinctively to lay low. Though he knew he was a demi god, he
had yet to have any sort of godlike powers. From what his uncle
had told him, it was likely he might not have any major powers.
Odin instinctively made himself smaller, curling up in his
protected spot when he heard guns going off and pained sounds
from the front.
When the sounds stopped, he waited a few minutes before he made
his way out and towards the front. With the danger vibes gone,
he was confident that it was safe enough to come out.
"Good to see you're both unharmed," he said softly eying both
Nikolas and the shorter young guy behind the counter. "It's a
good thing you were able to stop them," he added, looking at
Nikolas a bit more closely.
He wasn't sure how he'd missed it before, but there was
definitely more to Nikolas than he'd first thought. Something a
bit dark, yet still alluring.
His eyes widened a bit when it suddenly hit him that Nikolas
might be a supernatural being. He didn't say it out loud though,
knowing better than to out another's background.
His gaze fell on the guitar that had been set out to the side
and couldn't help but recall the sound of a guitar being played
moments earlier.
"You play guitar? Ever thought of starting up a band?" He
couldn't help but ask, the long time hunger rising inside him.
--fin--
When the man returned with a larger friend, Blake put the
guitar down to get ready to take care of the problem to see the
handsome customer handle it quite brutally. It was pretty hot
had to admit, seeing the man so *dominant*. Blake was in shock
from the violence he had seen so he flinched when the other man
can out from hiding and asking if they were okay and the talking
as if nothing had happened asking about him playing.
"I um... yeah I've played all my life... I've always wanted to
be in a band but never found one that fit..." He managed,
debating on closing early.
-fin-
Nikolas heard the man’s concern to give a lopsided grin.”oh I’m
alright- peckish- but fine.” He said as he waited at the front.
“I can say I love how it sounded.. what’s your name cutie? You
can call me Nikolas or Nick.” He said as he leaned on his hand.
“Never thought I’d find two cute guys in the shop.” He said as
his red eye gave a soft shimmer. His tongue ran a bit on his
fang as he tried to keep himself from doing his usual instincts.
There was something about them that made him want to keep for
himself. Though he knew it was greedy wanting both.
—fin—
Seeing the way the adorable shop keeper reacted at his question
had Odin grow concerned. It was quite obvious that the young man
was in shock. His question had been a way for him to distract
the other from focusing too much on the blood on the carpet.
"Oh yeah? It could still happen. maybe you'd like to jam with me
sometime. I've been looking for some others to start up a band.
I play piano and drums myself. I'm Odin by the way," he added
with a bright smile.
He turned to give Nikolas a relieved smile, glad that he hadn't
gotten hurt. A sudden idea came to him when he heard Nikolas
call them both cute.
"Were you planning on taking a lunch break? Maybe you'd let us
treat you to lunch when you do," he said his eyes going between
the two, gauging their reaction to his suggestion. "Though...my
crow friend Loki will insist on French fries at some point," he
added with a chuckle. "Left the little klepto outside for
obvious reasons,"
--fin--
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