A night of nights. Of accusations and comradery. Of vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night.
Thought a man stole my bells, apologized profusely for accusing him of stealing my bells when I noticed that they had simply slid down the door and out of sight.
A new night creature appears! The "Sleeping bag lady." She suddenly appearated in the doorway, carrying a pillow and clad in slippers, boxer shorts, a sweatshirt, and a sleeping bag. She fidgets and babbles uncontrollably. She bought a bunch of food, placed it on the table at the back and then bought a bunch more food. She threw things on the floor all over the place and then ate her food. A lone traveler entered, seeking shelter from the heavy rain and sleet outside, and also to purchase cigarettes. THE SLEEPING BAG LADY STRIKES! She takes offense at his very presence in the building and decides to leave, before doing so though, she buys even more food and hurls insult at the innocent traveler. He asks her if she is alright, to which she flips her shit at him and vanishes into the morning darkness and driving storm.
The traveler and I pass some time discussing various things as he waits for his phone to charge enough so that he might pass a message to his friend for a ride home. He is stranded in town after being left behind by said friends. He talks about his kids and how he didn't get to spend any time with them this weekend, as his ex-wife had decided that he simply didn't need to see them, and decided not to tell him so. He introduces himself and thanks me profusely for allowing him to charge his phone, it's the least I can do after the sleeping bag lady spat her vitriol at him, and also the least I can do in exchange for his inadvertently driving her out, making it so I didn't have to throw her out later.
A man smelling strongly of smoke, and wearing the clothing you usually see adorning the paid rioters on the news, buys some cigarettes, refuses to leave his metal club outside. As long as he doesn't make trouble and his money and ID are good, I won't put up too much of a fuss about it.
A woman with a bag stuffed with charging cables of various type and length spends two hours in the store buying scratch tickets. Sometimes, she would leave for awhile and then come back to play some more.
Four people stuffed into a tiny car. All of them are covered in piercings and tattoos. Thought it was four men, it was actually 3 men and a woman with a half shaved head. They completely ignore the rest of the store in favor of the scratch machine, which they spend huge amounts of money on. They have nice knives, but the handles are all obnoxious in the extreme.