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4leaf_charmed in lolocracy

What do you mean...

Jun 04, 2010 09:11

WHO: Conner and Jared
WHEN: June 3rd, late afternoon
WHERE: Random liquor store
WHAT: How the hell do you run out of cigarettes in a liquor store?
RATING: S and AS for swearing and angry smokers

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sokay bb~ 4leaf_charmed June 12 2010, 21:24:30 UTC

Conner was cussing before the words even fully registered in his mind. No, that was impossible. This store always had his brand, always. They ordered extra because of his damn addiction and how often he came here. Special. Fucking. Ordered. They just couldn't be out.

"Dennis... This ain't facken funny," he growled, hands slamming on the glass counter. Nicotine was a vital part of his life and if he didn't get a good dose in him soon... Well Conner couldn't remember what happened last time he went without a fag for too long, only that he'd woken up with bloody knuckles, a few bruises and someone's wallet in the back of an abandoned car. Yeah, he'd rather not relive that.

"Not kidding around Conner. Sorry." The clerk shrugged, leaning back to escaped the Celts wrath. "We have some Marlboros though?" Conner cursed again, making a face. Marlboros were shit. Stupid American brands.

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And now I seclude myself in the garage to finish the costmes that need to be ready in 5 days... 4leaf_charmed June 25 2010, 20:54:10 UTC

Conner grumbled, hand reaching up to press the bridge of his nose then rub under his eye patch. He could feel the hidden lid twitching in irritation and for the million time in his life he wondered why it was always his fucked up eye that did the twitching. Stash gone, restocking didn't seem a possibility. All in all he might go into a nicotine rage before 9am tomorrow. Sooner if the pub was hectic tonight.

"There any facken other place ye could think o' Dennis?" Losing business for a day might be bad but with the Celt cracking his knuckles maybe it was best.

With the clerk fumbling for an address book (too long dammit) he turned to the other man at the counter who was obviously farther gone without a fag than him and looking hit to kill someone with the cane in hand. "Name's Conner. Ye know any other places that sell somethin' besides da shite this bloody moron is tryin' tae sell us?"