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[gottaknockhard]

[Ordinarily, stories about prison breaks and explosions would be right up Spike's alley. Today, however, he seems stressed out over something completely different. As if the upcoming holiday -- he hates all holidays, but this one in particular is the worst -- wasn't enough, he's been unemployed for way too long. Bills are going to start stacking up

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[likethetragedy]

How do you feel about candy shops?

[gottaknockhard]

[...unexpected response.]

In general?

[likethetragedy]

And as a possible job opportunity.

[gottaknockhard]

[There's a considering pause here... He really does need something soon. All those bills!]

I'd say that's one above man whore. [Yes, someone suggested that too.] What is it, like a clerk?

[likethetragedy]

Glad you think so. I just need someone to stock and keep an eye on the register.

It's not hard and I'll compensate you well for the time.

[gottaknockhard]

[He should ask how well compensated that is, but he isn't exactly buried in offers. It's a tough job market out there.]

When can I start?

[likethetragedy]

Tomorrow if you want. Stop by in the morning.

[gottaknockhard]

Sounds good. [He should have thought of using the journal sooner! Oh, shit wait--]

Uh. What's the name of this place?

[likethetragedy]

Candy Bonsai.

[gottaknockhard]

Got it. [All smiles! ... And then he remembers something else, damn first impressions.]

I'm Spike Spiegel, by the way.

[likethetragedy]

Elektra. See you tomorrow morning?

[gottaknockhard]

I'll be there.