[i]Oh for Christ's sake...[/i]

Isabelle really needed a cigarette, now. her body was trying not to twitch. Her graveyard shift was just about over, she'd been up for half the night, and yet she couldn't have felt more wired. They were blasting hard-core rap in on the store's radio, the current song a fast an aggressive song, with an angry rapper who couldn't have been percieved as good if you were drunk. While Izzy had no love for the genre, in fact she found it repetitive, she couldn't help but feel the pulsing energy from the song practically pulse through her body, making her shift her weight subconsciously, and fidget with just about everything at the register.

But that was just the cherry on the Sunday. Why these tweeny-boppers were out this late God only knew, but here they were. Obvious rule-breakers by their furtive looks, but their shrill, high-pitched chatter was beginning to eat at her ear-drums. They were arguing over what CD to get; Miley or Gaga.

[i]Who gives a damn?![/i] she inwardly screamed. [i]Their both out of their minds, you'll get the same thing each time! JUST PICK ONE SO I CAN GO HOME![/i]

"Izzy?"

"What?!" She spun around and snapped at her coworker. Sammy frowned, and shook his head.

"You PMSing or something?" he said. "Look, your shifts up. Just punch out before the boss sees you destroying the paperclips."

Isabelle shot a glare at Sam, dropping the fore-mentioned mangled instrument, before she left the register, and quickly dug through her purse. She just managed to fetch the pack as she left the store. The anger and agitation seemed to vanish just like that, but the stress was fresh. She lit up, kept walking, and exhaled a cloud, feeling herself relax. It felt good to be out.

She rounded a corner, pulling her vintage leather jacket tighter around her body, as she noticed the building she passed. It looked like a bar, though not open yet, with a sign for a local band being advertised on the cover. She frowned, reading the name, and let her eyebrows shoot up.

"Generic Burger?" she muttered aloud. "Are all indie-bands this high, or is this one just [i]extra[/i] special?"