“Courtney Love killed Kurt Cobain so I don’t befriend the devil,” Alice replied, book in hand. “Why play Hole anyways? It sounds like to rocks scrapping together. Maybe even Hell, perhaps.” She had been walking around campus, bored as her internship had ended but everyone else still seem occupied until the road trip.
“Well, they say I’m something of a Devil child, so I guess it suits me.” Her nose scrunched up slightly as she looked up at the girl who had now joined her. She smelt of shampoo and normal stuff, and didn’t have that tang that vampires had or the musky scent of the werewolves. Neither did she have that smell she couldn’t quite place whenever she encountered Scout. This girl was undoubtedly human. “Just be thankful I’m not playing Journey or 5 Seconds of Summer?”