Yes

She was lucky to catch the first bus to the mall, and it was all but empty. Only an old grandma with her grandkids were on it. Jordan fled to the back, scrolling on her phone. The journey went by without a hitch, luckily, so she hopped off and made her way into her safe space. Even early, the mall was bustling. Plenty of students, families, basically everyone you'd expect to run into on a weekend. She had a destination in mind, though, and pushed through the crowds. Jordan stepped into the goth holy land: Hot Topic. The air enveloped her. It smelt like axe body spray and tears. She was glad to be home.

Jordan didn't consider herself to have any friends, not something she was upset about mind you, but if there was one in the world, it would be Robin. She worked the register at Hot Topic and was only a year or two older than Jordan. Goth as all hell too, which helped. They'd smoked up behind Shipping and Receiving more times than she could count.

While Jordan had shorter hair, Robin wore hers long. Down to her ass. Her body was also curvier than hers, in all the right ways. She was pretty sure she was a D-cup at least, though it was sometimes hard to tell under her heavy hoodies. Her ass also had much more definition from the glances she got at it.

"Sup." Robin said, barely looking up from her phone.

"Sup." She replied. "You wanna smoke up?"

There was a drawn silence. "Sure." She raised her voice, looking at her coworker. "Petey, watch the store." The non-goth boy just nodded, far to intimidated by her to question the command.

Robin led her through the back onto a loading dock, pulling out the goods. Jordan took a drag and grinned. "Tight."

"Tight." She replied. "You wanna see something cool?"

That was different. Usually they just went back and forth saying tight. Jordan raised an eyebrow. "Sure?"

Robin unzipped her hoodie, reached into her cleavage, and procured two pieces of paper. "Check it."

"What is it?"

"Tickets." Robin took a drag. "To My Chemical Romance."

"What!?" Jordan blurted, dropping the monotone goth act. "No way? How'd you get them." She reached out for one.

Robin snatched her hand back. "Found 'em. For me and my boyfriend."

"Huh? You have a... oh." She frowned. They both knew it was their mutual favorite band. An idea struck. She started flicking through her wallet. "Here. I have one- no, two hundred dollars. Can I buy just one of those? Please?"

"Not for sale."

"Come on. You gotta be willing to sell for something."