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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 12, 2012 4:35:41 GMT -5
Thank god! Nothing sounded so sweet as Zander's voice when he came to her rescue. He truly was a life saver. She started to clowe out her register when she heard why Vegas was here in the first place. No one had told her was the one taking over for her. She had just assumed Zander was doing it. She dodged the clipboard herself as it smacked against the wall behind her. Picking it up she fiddled with it, not looking at Vegas. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't k-know you were the one t-t-to cover my shift." Either way he hadn't needed to be so mean.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 12, 2012 4:41:59 GMT -5
"Yeah, well I guess no one told you your boss isn't a total ass unless you piss him off. In which case he will break a clip board over your head and then beat you with an umbrella. Said something about he had a date and didn't want you to have to work over." He turned the screen towards himself, typing his name in before turning it back.
"And I can handle a store on my own." His phone went off and he looked down at it. "Whore." He mumbled, setting it beside the register.
"So, what sales do I need drilled in my head before you leave?"
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 12, 2012 4:50:50 GMT -5
Arice looked at him in total confusion. An umbrella? What had caused that fight? Zander having a date wasn't unusual. He was a good looking guy, and honestly half the guys that shopped here did so just to see him. She couldn't care less, she just wanted him to be happy. She positively adored her boss. When Vegas finished talking she was still fidgeting with the clipboard. "If you w-want, I can s-stay for a litt-little bit longer." What was she saying? He would only take her up on the offer to torture her more, bit she had been ingrained with certain values growing up, and offering assistance was one of them.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 12, 2012 4:57:52 GMT -5
Vegas watched Zander walk past in a pair of white skinny jeans and a black button down shirt, messing with his nose ring.
"Bye. Don't forget the tampons." He said, and Zander flipped him off. "TELL HIM VEGAS SAID HEY!" He settled back in his seat, a yawn passing his lips. He had just woken up; had worked until one in the morning last night and had all intentions of sleeping in until he was called.
"I shouldn't have told him that. He needs condoms, not tampons." He said, looking over the list on the clipboard he had thrown at him.
"Woah. What?" He laughed, flipping through the pages. "The mall seriously isn't going to be closed for a weekend just because royalty wants to come shopping. I ain't working. FUCK that." He sat the clip board on the counter, ringing up the person before reading them their receipt and handing them their things.
"Looks like you'd better get a hot date before the week's out unless you wanna be stuck working."
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 12, 2012 5:04:26 GMT -5
When Zander left Arice couldn't help but watch him. He just had an aura about him, and he always smelled good. She knew when he was coming the moment he entered the mall. Before she could stop herself she replied, "he has them," to Vegas' comment and then turned away to straighten the displays in the large glass case. The mention of finding a hot date to get out of being a personal shopper to royalty made her shake her head at Vegas. There was no way that would happen. She would take the extra hours with a smile and be just fine with the work.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 12, 2012 5:14:14 GMT -5
Vegas couldn't help but snort at her comment. "Probably. But who are we kidding? He's been dating the same guy for.. fuck, two weeks now or some shit? And he hasn't laid him yet. I don't think he's going to. Not any time soon. I wouldn't go holding your breath." He took the next customer, ringing up their things before folding it and slipping it into a bag. He handed it back, and watched them walk out.
"All I know is I would end up saying something to piss someone off and then they would pull a Red Queen or something. And I like both of my heads the way they are." He leaned back in his stool, fixing his jeans a bit.
"Why do you get the comfy stool? That's racist. Mine's all hard and shit. I'm telling Zander he's a cheat. Biased mother fucker." He said teasingly, picking up his phone. He started scrolling through Twitter.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 12, 2012 5:28:12 GMT -5
She didn't confide in him that she was sure Zander had some, because then she would haveto explain how she knew, and 'smelling the latex' would not go over well. He would think her a freak, if he didn't already. "Not everything I-is about sex."
Personally she could care less about what she was sure was his favorite head, but there were times when she would remove the other from his shoulders for him in a heartbeat.
Why did she get the-? Really? How about because she wasn't a pain in the ass. She just shrugged instead and took her place on the comfy stool.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 12, 2012 20:38:36 GMT -5
Nevada smirked at her comment about sex. "Oh, but isn't it? Without sex, you wouldn't be here. You wouldn't have kids. And it's fun." He clicked his tongue ring against his teeth again. He would never dream of sleeping with a girl though. He would rather crawl in a hole and die. He took the next person, scanning their things before folding them and putting them in the bag.
"You know.." He handed the person the bag, then looked over at him. "If you're here when Zander gets back, he's gonna be ticked." But he knew Zander wouldn't be back tonight. He was out having innocent fun with his boyfriend. Vegas couldn't remember the last time he had 'innocent fun' with anyone. It always ended up in the bedroom.
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tybalt rogue maychester
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You think that's funny? we'll see who's laughing when I'm through with you.[RS:10=his never]
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Post by tybalt rogue maychester on Feb 12, 2012 21:31:00 GMT -5
Tybalt rubbed at his face as he stepped foot into Hit Topic, exhausted. That demonic voice uttering words in his head, in his dreams. Calling him son and poking fun, telling him answers lay here. He was going fucking crazy. Ever since he had been bitten nothing was the same. Rubbing at his scabbed throat he sighed.
He was irritable and edgy and honestly just wanted reason to sock somebody in the face right now, began looking halfheartedly through belts-he needed a new one.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 13, 2012 1:59:16 GMT -5
Nevada reached behind him, turning the store radio to another.
"Oh, mah, gawd, Becky. Look at her butt." He said with a smirk, leaning back at the song so many people found offensive. He knew if Zander found out he was playing it, Vegas wouldn't get laid for a month. He watched the guy walk in with little interest, picking up his phone from beside the register. He leaned back, scrolling through twitter again until his phone rang.
"Whore." He said as he ignored the call.
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