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"Nothing. I'm just trying, okay? I want to help and you aren't letting me. You just... take a shower, or whatever. I'm calling next shower, though, so don't let anyone else go after you. Okay?"
I just grunted in response and hopped into the shower. Water felt good. It was what I needed right then, yeah. Andy had given me a headache in addition to the Bruiseapalooza. Fuck. Once all the dried blood was washed off and I was nothing but purple and white (y'know, back to normal), clean, all that, I got out and toweled off. Dried my hair, found some pants and a top, and went into Spok's room to let him know that I was done with the shower. Of course, he was out like a light. Poor buddy looked exhausted and was sleepin' all fitfully and whatever. I felt kinda bad for him. He was only tryin' to help out before, and I was being a pretty nasty bitch. Guess ma wasn't kiddin' when she told me I was a cranky skank in the morning. I probably oughta make more of an effort to be nice to Andy, considerin' that he does a lot and gets shit in return. He tries, man. Can't ask for much more. "Sorry, kiddo." I put the other blanket that Andy had folded on the chair across from the bed over him and headed back up into the shop area, lookin' at the clock on the wall.
9:30.
Shit.
I reluctantly unlocked the door the door and got the register set for the day. Did all that opening crap that Captain Kirk usually did. No customers yet, though. It wasn't like I was expecting any, since we weren't all that popular. Looks like they're building a Kohl's or Target or somethin' across the street, so we might get some of their business when that's up. I've never been really mindful of it- so long as we get enough to put food on the table and pay the electricity, whatever.
I sat at the counter waiting for someone else to take my place, till I noticed my axe from the other night just leanin' on the wall, all covered in demon goop for anyone to see. That wouldn't really do if a customer decided to show, even if we are an occult shop. Sometimes we get those giggly girls that come in to buy incense, and then there's the people who are just bored. I picked it up and went into the training room to clean it and put it away. And damn, was that stuff a bitch to get off after it dried.
Cleaning off the axe was takin' longer than expected, and while I was doing that I heard the phone ring. Made to answer it, but then I heard someone else shuffling around in the main area and pick up - Oz, I think, but I don't know for sure, so I didn't bother. By the time I finished and went back he was gone. Shit, I hope he went out to buy more Cheetos.
I was sitting at the counter, flipping through one of those store order catalogues (I don't even know what half the crap we sell is, man), when the bell rang. I didn't really bother to glance up. Don't much like associating with the customers.
[Tag to Kat and Jessica, then Andy or Oz - whoever wants to tell Faith about Tamara and Michael]
I just grunted in response and hopped into the shower. Water felt good. It was what I needed right then, yeah. Andy had given me a headache in addition to the Bruiseapalooza. Fuck. Once all the dried blood was washed off and I was nothing but purple and white (y'know, back to normal), clean, all that, I got out and toweled off. Dried my hair, found some pants and a top, and went into Spok's room to let him know that I was done with the shower. Of course, he was out like a light. Poor buddy looked exhausted and was sleepin' all fitfully and whatever. I felt kinda bad for him. He was only tryin' to help out before, and I was being a pretty nasty bitch. Guess ma wasn't kiddin' when she told me I was a cranky skank in the morning. I probably oughta make more of an effort to be nice to Andy, considerin' that he does a lot and gets shit in return. He tries, man. Can't ask for much more. "Sorry, kiddo." I put the other blanket that Andy had folded on the chair across from the bed over him and headed back up into the shop area, lookin' at the clock on the wall.
9:30.
Shit.
I reluctantly unlocked the door the door and got the register set for the day. Did all that opening crap that Captain Kirk usually did. No customers yet, though. It wasn't like I was expecting any, since we weren't all that popular. Looks like they're building a Kohl's or Target or somethin' across the street, so we might get some of their business when that's up. I've never been really mindful of it- so long as we get enough to put food on the table and pay the electricity, whatever.
I sat at the counter waiting for someone else to take my place, till I noticed my axe from the other night just leanin' on the wall, all covered in demon goop for anyone to see. That wouldn't really do if a customer decided to show, even if we are an occult shop. Sometimes we get those giggly girls that come in to buy incense, and then there's the people who are just bored. I picked it up and went into the training room to clean it and put it away. And damn, was that stuff a bitch to get off after it dried.
Cleaning off the axe was takin' longer than expected, and while I was doing that I heard the phone ring. Made to answer it, but then I heard someone else shuffling around in the main area and pick up - Oz, I think, but I don't know for sure, so I didn't bother. By the time I finished and went back he was gone. Shit, I hope he went out to buy more Cheetos.
I was sitting at the counter, flipping through one of those store order catalogues (I don't even know what half the crap we sell is, man), when the bell rang. I didn't really bother to glance up. Don't much like associating with the customers.
[Tag to Kat and Jessica, then Andy or Oz - whoever wants to tell Faith about Tamara and Michael]