Goth Stalker: Genre Undetermined.

"I'm watching every move you make," he said. "Did you mean to quote that song?" she asked, genuinely curious, "or was that unconscious?" He leaned away from her and scowled. She smiled. So far, she thought, she was definitely winning this encounter. The wanna-be Goth scary guy had come up to her and tried his best "threateningly sexy" act. It wasn't very good, she thought. At least he didn't have the fake pointy teeth, though. That had made it hard for her to keep from laughing in the last guy who'd tried something like this's face. She sighed. "Look," she told him, "stalkers aren't sexy. Have you ever gotten any play with that line?" He jerked away, visibly startled by her suddenly matronly tone. "No--" he admitted.

Inspiration: "Persuation" by Ikon
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: I'm sure it could be a story, but it's not one that I'm interested in. Ya know, she's undercover at some Goth club, etc. It might work well along with that high-potential story idea that I came up with a while back, the one with the yeti and the investigations.