[Evil Tink]

Solomon grinned, almost chuckling, as the man got in line behind him. Just his luck, right? He lifted his head a bit, stepping forward as the line moved. Only three more...three more people to keep him away from his beloved cigarettes. He tried to tune out the detective behind him, but suddenly his short conversation caught his attention. Vampire case? He let out a silent growl of frustration. Now who's ass did he have to kick for being careless?

After about another twenty minutes, Solomon was finally at the counter. He looked to the associate, as the woman asked if he was buying his cigarettes today. "Of course I am~" he answered kindly; the fake happiness in his voice hard to detect, "The usual, Em." The brunette woman moved to grab the correct cigarettes from over head, scanned them, then handed them to Solomon and waited for payment. Solomon pulled out his wallet while he waited, and as he was handed the cigarettes, he handed the girl a twenty dollar bill. She gave him the change and he was on his way. He was not about to leave without following the detective, so he stood outside, a good considerate distance from the door, lit up his last cigarette in the old box, and waited.