Sometimes she IS predictable

While Etna loved pushing my buttons and switching up with the usual for me apparently her taste in clothing was set and firm, sure enough leading me through the mall with her tail wrapped around my wrist, scoping out every store with the full energy of a girl on a sugar high. "Too boring, too formal, blegh, just blegh, who the hell shops there...AHA!" Sure enough Etna led me to exactly what I had guessed her to, the super sized Hot Topic.

I would have made a joke about her being predictable but I was too busy being pulled along, dragged like a fish on a hook as she hauled ass into the store. She was quick to locate the women's clothing, strewn about with skinny jeans, short skirts, and tight 'dark colorful' shirts. Suddenly, as if it were the be all end all of her existence Etna rapidly pointed to one of te employees, her voice calling out as my own mortification grew, "You! Commercial ****! I need help!" There was definitely going to be less sugar at breakfast...much, much less.

With a sigh the tattooed and pierced women approached, apparently used to that kind of poor humor or perhaps just disillusioned with the world on a whole as she responded, "How can I help you?" Etna tapped her chin with a grin, looking up to the ceiling as she thought, "I'm looking for something that says Beauty Queen. Something so smoking hot that you'll burn your eyeballs if you even look at me." With another sigh the bored looking woman nodded, turning around with a monotone voice, "this way."

I had expected Etna to pull me along like before, nearly dragging me with her prehensile tail. However, instead she released her hold on me, glancing over her shoulder with a wink, "Don't go too far Johny, I need to see what you think." With that Etna disappeared with the employee around the corner, leaving me stranded in an isle full piercings and body glitter...this was insane. I shook off the mood and instead shrugged it off, luckily enough this was a Hot Topic with a relatively large music center so I decided to look it over given that I had nothing better to do. After a little bit of flipping past metal screamo band after band I felt a tap on my shoulder, Etna's tell tale presence announced with a sing song call, "Oh Johnny!"