Erin Coffey

Alex stared blankly for a moment before laughing quietly at himself. “You got me there, I guess it doesn’t make a lot of sense. I don’t know what it is, they just never really interested me, you know? But Dorian reads so many of them. It’s kind of astonishing. But he really likes Marvel, I think it is.”

“Oh marvel is really good, they make my favorite superhero stuff. Maybe something more on the realistic side would suit you better though? Or just another fantastic genre. Have you heard about Elfquest?” 

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Erin, I’ll have to stop by the shop sometime. It’s been ages since I’ve gotten a chance to read a comic. I didn’t even know there was one in town at all.” She hoped that the shop was just new, and that she hadn’t been missing it the entire time that she had lived there.

“Oh, I just recently opened, it used to be a craft store, but it’s been closed for like nearly a decade as far as I know. I just recently inherited the building.” She feels more at ease now that she’s talking about her business. “You really should come by sometime, I’d be happy to help you find a great comic.” 

“A comic shop? Well, between you and me, I’ve never read a single comic. My boyfriend, however, loves them, so he’ll be excited to hear about you, and you’ll end up seeing a lot of us.” Alex laughed, thinking of Dorian then. “He’s tried getting me into some but it just hasn’t been my thing.”

Erin blinks, looking at the man. “okay, so you’ve never read a comic, but it’s not your thing? Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but that doesn’t check out. You’re missing out on a whole great art form man. What kind of comics does your boyfriend like?”

“Oh wow, that was really smooth. Like, freshly waxed floor smooth, not like chunky peanut butter which is me on a good day.” Lottie took in her adorable suit, smiling at the bow tie. “You look incredible. The bow tie is a nice pop of color. I’m Ottilie, but you can call me Lottie.”

“Well, chunky peanut butter is better anyway,” Erin said, feeling significantly less smooth now. “And believe me, that right there was a once in a millennia type thing, don’t hold your breath waiting for more smooth lines.” She blushed slightly and her fingers went to the bowtie, “thanks, it’s one of my favorites. I’m Erin Coffey, I own Coffey Comics.” 

“I mean, it is a great business plan. Who doesn’t like being flirted with?” Alex smiled, lifting his glass in her direction. “What kind of store is it?”

“Thank you, that’s what I thought too. It’s Coffey Comics, the new comic book store. We have a really good selection.”

“Neither have I and I never hoped to,” he lied, no he had seen this before and that time he’d been his fault. This however was not and whatever was happening might gain a body count. He shook his head and turned back to her. “Nope, your Aunt wasn’t just telling stories. But, if you ask me, its all legend or at least most of it. You never really know, stories carry weight and sometimes they can seem more real than you think. I will happily tell you about them sometime.” 

Milo stepped a few feet away, telling the operator the situation–while he wasn’t aware of what was in the punch, but knowing the majority of the town was Supernatural he warned them it could very well be a poisoning. Which to what knowledge he had of what could be used as weapons against them, this seemed to be fitting a few bills. It wasn’t much, but it might be enough for them to help out. Once the call ended, he looked back to the woman beside him. “I’d say they’d be here soon, given this many people it’s odd they didn’t have a few cops on site.” He noted, knowing the town typically didn’t take precautions as such, but given the recent history–it was surprising. He perked up at her comment, he chuckled lightly, she was mortal. That was cute, she was blissfully unaware and he hoped she could stay that way. “No, it’s not. This town as a reputation for strange things. Rumors say witches from the trials fled here and well, the rest is history. Since then rumors of werewolves, witches, vampire, and even more recently merpeople have come about. Some people still believe in the legends and well, you can’t be too careful.”

Milo had arrived late, he had considered not going, but after a long shift the idea of free home made food sounded are too heavenly to pass up. He had just placed the box of cookies he’d picked up on the way on the table when the first person went down. He looked to the commotion only to see another, a sigh escaped him as realized some more of the town’s regular scheduled bullshit was upon the gathering. “Call them anyway,” he told her as he pulled out his own phone. “I believe we will need all the help we can get.”

look! it’s ARIELA BARER! no, it’s just ERIN COFFEY the TWENTY-THREE year-old HUMAN . she/they is the OWNER at COFFEY COMICS and makes hawthorne a better place to live in. She/they is FRIENDLY and PASSIONATE, but also PREJUDICED and SLOW TO TRUST. they’ve got a secret too, but only time will tell what they’re hiding.