### The Dazzlings Play a Trick on Gas Station Owner Anon - by Anonymous

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>It was nearly nine o'clock and you had barely an hour left in your shift managing the gas station and convenience store. >You looked out the side window to see a highly stylized van pull up to the gas pumps and three oddly dressed girls with dramatic hairstyles jump out. >You watched what looked like an unpleasant spat between two of them as the third attended the pump. >Once they had filled their vehicle they proceeded to walk towards the store. >The orange haired one in the leather lead the way with the other two in tow as they entered the front door. >"Hurry up Sonata." >The blue ponytailed girl in question waved off the one with twintails. >"Chill out Aria. For realzies." >She picked out a bag of taco flavored chips and placed it on the counter as the orange haired one stepped in front and arched her eyebrow. >"How much?" "Two dollars." >She tilted her head back to their vehicle. >"And the gas?" "You girls heading to the music festival?" >The orange haired one grinned and stepped closer. >"We are." >The purple haired girl frowned at you before speaking up. >"What business is it of yours where we're going... bud?" "Well, I didn't mean nothing by it. Just assumed from your clothing." The giant poof narrowed her eyes at you. >"You just assumed?" "Just making conversation. If you don't want to accept that, I'm not sure what else I can do for you." >An awkward pause. "Will there be something else?" >"I don't know. Will there?" >You shuffled in place, not sure what had caused this hostility. "Is something wrong?" >"Nope!" The blue one interjected with a smile as she opened her bag of chips. >"With what? "With anything." >"Is that what you're asking us? If there's something wrong with anything?" "Will there be anything else?" >The purple grumpy one folded her arms and glowered at you >"You already asked her that." "Well, I need to see about closing now." >The leather booted girl seemed dubious. >"See about closing?" "Yes, ma'am." >"What time do you close?" "Now. We close now." >"Now is not a time. What time do you close? "Generally around ten. At ten." She looked up at the clock behind you on the wall and you followed her gaze. >9:01 >She sighed. >"You don't know what you're talking about, do you?" "Miss?" >"I said you don't know what you're talking about." >"What time do you go to bed?" "Excuse me?" >"You're a bit deaf, aren't you? I said, what time do you go to bed?" >"Oh. Pretty late." She arched an eyebrow. >"Maybe we could come back after hours." Why would you be coming back? We'll be closed." >The grumpy one beside her rolled her eyes. >"Yeah, you said that." "Well, I got to close now." >The poofy one took over again. >"You live nearby?" "Uh, yeah." >She nodded slightly while looking you up and down. >"You worked here all your life?" "Well, this is my grandfather's place, originally." >She scoffed. >"You inherited it?" "My folks lived in Baltimare, for years. Grew up there. In Baltimare. We came out here about four years ago when he passed." >The blue one gave a slight look of pity as she chewed. >The other two didn't seem to notice. >"You inherited it?" >You grinned but the poofy young woman stayed focused like a laser. "If that's the way you want to put it." >"I don't have some way to put it. That's the way it is." >"What's the most you ever won on a bit toss?" >The blue one contunued devouring her snack while the purple chick appeared strangely amused. >"Really Adagio? This guy?" >You looked back at her. "Ma'am?" >"The most you ever won on a bit toss?" "Oh, I don't know. I couldn't say." >She flicked the coin up into the air before catching it and placing it down on the counter." >"Call it." "Call it?" >"Yes." "For what?" >"Just call it." "Well, we need to know what we're calling it for here." >She sighed. >"You need to call it. I can't call it for you. Or it wouldn't be fair." "I didn't net anything." >She stared at you dead center with a slight frown. >"Yes, you did. You've been betting your whole life. You just didn't know it. You know what date is on this bit?" "No?" >"1983. It's been traveling 37 years to get here. And now it's here. And it's either heads or tails. You have to say. Call it." "Well, look, I need to know what I stand to win." >She smiled slyly. >"Everything." >The other two shared a knowing look. "How's that?" >She licked her lips. "You stand to win everything. Call it." >All right. Tails, then. >She lifted her manicured hand off the counter slowly to reveal your fate. >Tails it was. >"Well done." She picked it up and placed it into your palm. >You went to shove it into your back pocket before she slammed her fist on the counter causing you to slightly jump. >"Do not put it in your pocket!" "Ma'am?" >"Don't put it in your pocket. It's your lucky bit." "Where do you want me to put it?" >"Anywhere not in your pocket. Or it'll get mixed in with the others and become just a coin." >She stepped back with a satisfied look on the face before turning around and motioning for the others to follow. >They started heading out the door when the one called Sonata looked back and winked. >"Which it is." >You watched them get in their van and drive off in stunned silence before you realized something. >Shit. >They hadn't paid.