The soft beep of the gas station store signaled her arrival. As a shark girl lazily walked in with a smug sharp tooth smirk as she counted the money she nabbed from that rich yacht driving jerk that decided to dump his trash across her side of the sea. He would be paying for her snacks for a few months. Eagerly she plucked various packs of candy along with two cases of beer. She happily soon placed everything onto the counter. As the gas station clerk blinked in bored confusion at the tall smiling shark woman with a obscene amount of candy.

"I'm going to need your ID ma'am."

"I gotcha dude!" She cheerfully stated, knowing what always works. as she sucked in before letting out hard spit as a license plate suddenly slammed onto the counter, showing a Miami sports car number, as the overworked and underpaid clerk stared and shrugged accepting it while scanning the items and taking the cash.

She took her beer heading through the doors as she set on the corner bench of the block. Using her teeth to pop a cap off of one going to swig it along with stuffing a sour taffy ribbon into her mouth nibbling on it happily as she people watched.