"You got to be kidding me." Ellie shook her head disapprovingly, an index finger and thumb coming up to her face to rub the temples lightly. She had thought spending this Saturday night out with her best friend would have resulted in the usual college activities: Shopping for the latest fashions, clubbing and making the boys jealous, or hell even just a night in with a movie. She never thought it would instead result in some shop of horrors.
"Oh shush it Ellie. Step outside your box a little, and look around." Lexi looked up from the leather bound book in her hand, those blue eyes looking about the place as if to accentuate her suggestion. The shop was cluttered full of unusual artifacts and weird trinkets, the place could pass off as an antique store if it wasn't for the more modern items being sold along side the older stuff. "This place is full of interesting stuff, if you'd just pull your head out of your ass and look around."
Ellie and Lexi had been friends far before their start in the college life, having known each other since they were in the third grade. Since that time, the two were more or less inseparable. At times, it was hard for Lexi to even believe they had first met on the school playground over eleven years ago. Now, Ellie had just hit her 18th birthday, and Lexi was a few months in to her 19th.
"Like?" Ellie responded with a smirk upon her face. Though it was clear Ellie wasn't happy to be here, the smirk remained at least somewhat jovial. Yes, her friend was a college girl with her heads stuck in the clouds most of the time, but she was still a friend. Besides, for every time she was dragged out to some freakshow like this, there were three others in which Ellie found herself surrounded by hot men in some top notch nightclub. Yea, Ellie could afford nights out like these.
"Well...like..." The leather bound book was tucked under her left arm for the moment as Lexi gazed about at all the items upon the nearby counter. A smile as she went over to pick up a small wallet on display, a faded note card found near the article, explaining what it was. "Like this!" displaying the wallet to Ellie, then turning those blue eyes to read the card. "Property of the late Lenard Guile, 1976. A gambling man with an extraordinary amount of bad luck. Despite his numerous losses however, the man always had money to spend, and always ended up losing it to the casino. This wallet is said to always contain twenty dollars. Should the money be removed, a new bill will be replaced in the morning."
"Give me that." Ellie took the wallet from Lexi's hand and immediately peered inside, finding nothing within. "See? Proof that this place is a load of bullshit. Besides, why the fuck would someone gamble away free money? Just sit on the wallet, pull the bill out, and get rich."
"Some people can't wait, duh." Sticking her tongue out at her friend, going back to the book she was holding. The thick leather bound tome stretched and groaned much like leather would when being worn, the pages inside thick, and written in some unintelligible language. Even still, the history behind the tome captured her attention more than anything else here. "Give a gambling man twenty dollars, and that's twenty to spend at the tables; and the owner of the store probably found some way to suppress its charms, right?" Now, she was grabbing straws, but the girl's overactive imagination was always ready to fill in the blanks. "I mean, he has to, right? If most of this stuff really has some sort of enchantment or curse on it, he has to protect himself. That, and it wouldn't make sense to let someone come in, take the twenty dollars, and then come back tomorrow for more."
"Wow, Lexi." Ellie simply starred at her friend, dumbfounded, unable to believe that those words just came out of Lexi's mind. "Just...wow. Have you ever actually sat down and listened to yourself? Cause the words that spew forth would make most fiction writers envy."
"And you have such a closed mind, the jaws of life couldn't pull it out." The remake made without even an afterthought, offering only a small smile in return.
"Some people's minds can not comprehend anything more than what they see. Others simply refuse to believe it at all. If the former, then it is not your friends fault. If the later, then all we can do is accept her choice and move on." The shaking words of the shopkeeper interrupting the little banter, standing at the end of the hallway comprised in a three piece tuxedo. Wire rim glasses were set upon his hooked nose, and his hair - a mass of thin white strands - combed straight back, showing a deep receding hairline. The smile upon the shopkeeper's face was welcoming, but the downward slant of his gaze suggested something more sinister. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"Uh..." Even Lexi was at a loss for words at the sudden appearance, the demeanor and words of the man enough to still even the most creative of the teenage duo in to silence for a moment, trying to make sense of what was said, and how to approach. Eventually, that book was held up once again, showing it to the old man at the end of the aisle. "Yes, in fact. This book. Know anything about it?"